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

Without light, the world is black and red.

Faint black mist flows in the darkness, the air is filled with dirty dark red, the mist gathers into a chaotic shadow in the distance, whispers of unknown meaning linger around the shadow, the lighter is lit "click", and the living thing hurried away However, the noise in the subway is rustling, but all you can see is darkness, without time and without boundaries.

He circled around in the maze of black mist full of strange colors. He didn't know how long and how far he walked, and finally walked out of the mist, and the vision in front of him suddenly widened.

Bruce Wayne stood on the wasteland, looking at the ravines and hills brutally painted bloody by the afterglow of the setting sun.

He didn't know why he was here, but the vigilance and suspicion he had cultivated over the years prevented him from losing his composure. Instead, he turned to look at the fog behind him. Before he could see the scene in the black fog clearly, the fog suddenly surged and rushed Come out alone.

"Bruce?" Dick was obviously surprised.

Bruce frowned: "Only you?"

"I just met Jason and Tim, and they went in another direction." Although he was also puzzled by the current situation, Dick quickly answered his words, "Is this a magic maze?"

They took another two steps, and met the people who came out of the black mist again. Everyone was familiar to them, but everyone looked equally dazed, not knowing why they appeared here.

After a while, Batman not only found his family, but also gathered the Justice League and the Avengers.

Crowds gradually gathered on the wasteland, and they were puzzled by the wasteland in front of them. Ordinary people recognized the superheroes in uniforms in front of them, and the superheroes also saw their families in the crowd. Unrelated people, basically everyone present is connected to each other and closely related.

As the setting sun sinks into the horizon, the feast of the crows begins in the dim sky. They use the cold gray sky as a tablecloth, feasting on carrion and broken bones among the grass, with a cold light shining in their dark eyes.

"Talk about the common ground," Iron Man said bluntly, "Do you remember what you were doing when you appeared here?"

"sleep."

"I'm in a dream, wait, so this should also be a dream?"

"Uh... I don't think seeing your dream is a good dream."

A group of people finished their statements scatteredly, and found that everyone who appeared here was dreaming, or in other words, dreaming a sweet dream.

Tony noticed that Peter was rarely quiet, seemed to be thinking about something, raised his chin: "What's wrong, kid?"

Peter was startled, blinked, and shook his head quickly: "Huh? No, it's nothing, it's just..."

He hesitated for a moment, and slowly expressed his guess: "... I remember that I seemed to see La, my friend in a dream, and she said that she gave me a beautiful dream as a Christmas gift, and then I don't know how... "

Spider-Man's voice became smaller and smaller, and he almost wanted to cover his face and howl: "I asked her if she could give you a sweet dream, really, Mr. Stark, I don't know it will turn out like this, but it shouldn't be hers Question... Maybe it's just me dreaming?"

"...Okay, I see." Tony sighed, "Should I find my parents at this time?"

It is self-evident who Peter knows who can be connected with the current strange thing, but considering that Batman's identity is still a secret to some people present, Tony didn't say much, he believed Wayne could understand.

A short exchange is enough for them to figure out that they are not dreaming, or that they are not in their own dreams, but somehow came to the wasteland in front of them from their respective dreams, and they are able to bring so many of them together. Bring them all here, and no one else can do it except the little girl who gave them their sweet dreams.

The remaining question is where is here and where should they go.

The edge of the wilderness is boundless black mist, and beyond the black mist is an endless wilderness. Under the reflection of the setting sun, they walked slowly on the wilderness, and the rustling sound of crow wings spread far away, disappearing in front of them In the dead, unchanging wilderness.

Everyone probably has their own guesses about where this place is, and Bruce is no exception.

He looked ahead, and there were jagged rocks in the wilderness. The gray rocks were nestled among the weeds. Under the rocks, there were simple tombstones. .

"This..." Dick looked around. "It doesn't sound like a dream."

The reverberation of the dream reverberated in his heart, and Bruce glanced at the family members around him from the corner of his eye, but did not speak.

They were in their respective dreams before and didn't wake up, so this place should also be a dream, but it's not the dream of any of them, but the dream of someone who didn't appear here.

He passed a broken tombstone. He said it was a tombstone. It was more like an uneven stone. The tombstone fell into the weeds and couldn't stand up. He had to look at the sky silently, letting moss and gray spots climb on the surface.

Bruce rubbed the surface of the tombstone carelessly, picking out a few indistinct letters from beneath the thick grime.

R...Raven, Raven.

Without him needing to say more, the little birds also began to search for the names on the tombstones, wanting to find out who the owners of the tombstones were. Soon groups of names hula la gathered, perched on their shoulders, and silently watched their faces. move.

Lark, skylark.

Linnet, cardinals.

Thrush, thrush.

Titmouse, tits.

Sparrow, sparrow.

Cuckoo, cuckoo.

Kingfisher, kingfisher.

Nightingale, nightingale.

……

The little birds jumped among the forests of tombstones, singing about the temptation of death, and suddenly there was faint singing from the wasteland, and the shadows of the birds chased them around, leading them forward.

Bruce didn't hesitate for a long time, and followed these small shadows. His cloak was hanging in the wild grass. As he moved forward, the fabric rubbed against the blades of grass, making strange rustling noises.

The surrounding atmosphere became more and more weird, and the juniors were not in the mood to chat, and just walked forward with their heads sullen.

They moved forward in silence, letting the birds play around them. Gradually, the light on the wilderness became increasingly dimmer, and the darkness in the distance exuded a mysterious atmosphere, as if some kind of malicious monster was dormant.

Bruce blinked, and suddenly realized that there was indeed something crouching in the darkness.

Because everyone was wearing uniforms and all the equipment on their bodies, everyone quickly took out lighting tools from their bodies. It was more convenient for Iron Man who was farther away, and directly turned on the lights of the Iron Man, illuminating them. the way forward.

Light beams in twos and threes swept across the wilderness in the darkness, like light blades, cutting the boundless night into fragments.

The closer they got, the heavier the mood of everyone was. The small black shadow just got bigger and bigger, as if a giant slowly stood up from the ground. It weighed heavily on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

When he got closer, Batman looked up at the shadow and realized what it was.

— This is a monster house.

The person who built this house must be dissatisfied, otherwise it would be impossible to build the house into such a distorted shape. The house is crooked, and every brick and tile seems to be piled up randomly. Will it collapse in the next moment, the attic is crowded into the corner of the roof, the steeple is stepping on the back of the attic, and the weathercock on the top of the tower cannot see what shape it is, spinning rapidly in the dark, making a piercing cry.

There are a lot of weird things to do in the Badlands, but this monster house is definitely the weirdest of them all.

Seeing the house clearly with the help of the beam of light, Bruce took a deep breath and walked to the door of the monster house.

"Master Bruce..." Alfred whispered.

"Let's go." Bruce didn't look back, his voice was heavier than his footsteps.

"The exit and answer we want should all be in here."

He walked up the steps and reached for the door.

The dilapidated door panel opened in response.

The light shone into Bruce's eyes, he squinted one eye, and opened it fully when he got used to the light, seeing an incredible sight.

He stood at the door of a small narrow house. On his left was a dark house, dust was flying in the light, and on his right was a pale and cold street. Pedestrians were sparsely scattered on the street, and everyone had numbness and indifference on their faces. look.

It seemed that the door he opened was not leading to the house just now, but to another world.

At this moment, footsteps sounded in the room, Bruce turned sideways politely, turned his head by the way, and saw a small figure running out of the darkness.

Mist, who was about the height of the table, ran out of the house, didn't seem to see Bruce, and hurried through the door towards the street. When she bumped into Bruce, her figure suddenly became transparent, and passed him like this, running towards the end of the street.

Tim, who was following behind, saw this scene, bent his fingers and knocked on the door panel, and found that he hadn't penetrated through, so he looked at Mist's back suspiciously: "Is this... the past?"

"It's memory." Jason whispered, "Memory is a way to meet."

After confirming that their previous dream was a Christmas gift from Rania, the Batman also guessed that there might be something wrong with this gift, causing them to flood into Rania's dream from their own dreams , and the wilderness they walked through was her nightmare, the only thing that was puzzling was what she was afraid of.

But after seeing the monster house, they knew the answer must be hidden behind that closed door.

It's just that no one thought that what was hidden behind the door was not a monster, but Rania's memory.

When their eyes gradually got used to the darkness, they also saw the situation inside the house clearly, and their breaths were slightly suffocated.

"I don't want to go out." The black-haired girl said indifferently, "Let Mist go."

"I want to go to the bell tower," said the white-haired girl casually. "Can you look after her?"

"No, no, it's not 'she'," the man corrected patiently, "it's 'I', come on, read to me—"

Mist interrupted his exaggerated performance, and said in an annoyed tone, "I know."

She opened the door, gray light came in, her shadow was cast on Rania on the sofa, Rania silently wrapped the blanket tightly, and shrank into the depths of the broken sofa that spewed out sponges, avoiding the glare Light.

They all looked very young, maybe only six or seven years old. Mister could already see the breathtaking beauty in the future, but unfortunately her cold eyes diluted the sense of surprise, and Rania just curled up in the blanket, motionless, Like an ugly worm.

Rania on the sofa was motionless, while Rania on the carpet was looking down at the toy in her hand. Mister knelt and read a book opposite her. Inside the cardboard box was a Rania sitting with her face buried in her knees. Her black hair, which should have been shiny, was dry and yellow, hanging down to her feet. on Rania's shoulders.

Countless messy memories were forcibly stuffed into this small house and jumbled together. Every Rania in the past timeline occupied a corner in this house, and every corner of the space was filled with memories of the past. now.

It seemed like a long time before Bruce stopped staring at Rania on the carpet, and glanced at the surrounding layout: "Separate up and find the real Rania, so she can send us out."

As if reminded by this sound, everyone came back to their senses like a dream, remembering that they still have business to do.

But before leaving, even Damian looked back at Rania in the cardboard box, with no emotion on his face.

These are things that have happened, they can neither change nor interfere, everyone knows it.

But for some reason, they felt a little... uncomfortable.

The four walls of the living room are connected with doors and windows, behind the door on the left seems to be the dining room, and a Rania and a Mist are sitting at the table, and the food on the plate looks dull; on the right is the bathroom, moldy The bathtub can be vaguely seen behind the shower curtain; directly opposite is the stairs that have been in disrepair, and there is a muffled knocking sound from the storage cabinet under the stairs, and an unpleasant smell wafts from the gap.

Contrary to what they thought, Mist appeared by Lania's side earlier... and at that time, they seemed to be different from now, and the relationship between them was also very strange, and it was hard to say whether they were close or distant.

Including Alfred, everyone else went up the stairs to the second floor, and only Bruce stayed on the first floor, breathing the foul air, and slowly closed his eyes.

But even if he didn't look, the broken words quietly drifted into his ears.

In the living room, someone was making a phone call, waiting for the phone to be connected with a harsh "di" sound. After the call was connected, there was a short silence at first, and then Mister's dry voice sounded.

"Wade, Rania vomited again."

"...The medicine is finished."

"Wade."

"...What if she dies?"

"Then she... I can't be in such pain."

"..."

"I see."

"Goodbye."

The phone hung up, and the room was as dead as a cemetery.

Bruce opened his eyes and strode into the bathroom, pressing his hands on the sides of the sink, regardless of the yellowish dirt remaining on the edge of the sink.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly heard movement behind the shower curtain.

He opened the shower curtain, and in the bathtub, a four or five-year-old girl was holding her knees and coughing softly, covering her nose with her fingers, but two tubes of blood still flowed down from the back of her hands and dripped onto the bottom of the bathtub.

Not only her nose, her eyes, ears, and skin were bleeding, her face was pale, her breathing was short, and her body was twitching uncontrollably, as if she would fall into the bathtub the next moment.

Bruce couldn't be sure what her illness was. He learned from Constantine that the Son of Sin would suffer from all genetic diseases. Rania's current symptoms are like leukemia, and there are many symptoms of leukemia, such as blindness, such as bone pain all over the body, Such as double paraplegia.

He watched Rania reach out and fumble for the shower head at hand, and it took a long time to grab it, but she couldn't lift it up, so she had to raise her head and fumble for the switch on the wall.

Her face meets Bruce's eyes, and it takes his breath away.

That was not what Rania looked like afterwards.The girl in front of me was like a monster in a bedtime story. She had only one eye, a sloping forehead, a distorted nose bridge, cracked lips, and short and distorted fingers, limp like octopus tentacles.

Deformity of deformity, uncleanness of uncleanness, unborn child of sin.

It wasn't until this moment that Bruce fully understood the meaning of this sentence.

His fingers loosened unconsciously, and the shower curtain fell, covering the deformed girl in the bathtub.

On the second floor, Dick stood silently at the door of the room. In the room, Wade stood next to Mist. They all lowered their heads. There was Rania's body on the floor in front of them.

"She's dead," said Mister.

Wade sighed: "Yes, you are dead."

He picked up Rania on the floor: "Let's go, let's dig a grave for you."

Dick watched them go downstairs, then walked into the room, and saw from the window that Wade and Mist dug a small grave at the edge of the forest and put Rania's body in it.

"Ah, I'm exhausted," Wade straightened up and panted after filling the soil, and asked, "What do you want to write this time?"

Mister looked down at the mound.

"Skylark," she said.

Dick let go of his hand holding the window sill, and hurriedly left the room as if fleeing. Just as he was going out, he bumped into someone suddenly. He raised his head, and Tim pointed to him a room with a complicated expression.

They walked into the new room and saw Mister kneeling on the floor, eyes closed, a black mist swirling between her hands, and Wade leaning against the wall, gnawing on an apple and watching.

There were more and more black mist, and it was spinning faster and faster, almost submerging Mist. When the speed of the black mist reached the highest speed, Mister opened his eyes and watched the black mist silently, without retracting his outstretched hand. , as if giving a hug to the mist.

She folded her arms, embraced Raniya who appeared from the black mist, and patted her on the back lightly, letting her rest her chin on her shoulder.

Rania hugged Mister wearily, and separated from her after a while. The white-haired girl looked at her for a while, and reached out to touch her face.

"I seem to..." She turned her head to look at Wade in confusion, "It looks better."

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Wade immediately gnawed on the apple and threw the core away, "Let me see, let me see!"

He pretended to pinch Raniya's face and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Wow—oh—where did this little fairy come from? Quickly tell me which fairyland you came from? Where do you still accept me?" Such a handsome and handsome man?"

After exclaiming, he returned to normal and patted Rania on the head: "Don't worry, this is normal. The little bird has a genetic defect, which means that the foundation is crooked at the beginning. Every time it dies, it is equivalent to knocking down the building. Reconstruction, but every time you recreate a human shell, it is equivalent to laying a foundation again, and whether the foundation is stable or not depends on the state of the small tentacles, the more stable the foundation, the more beautiful the high-rise building will be, it’s not a big deal.”

His words were a little hard to digest, and Mister reacted for a while, his eyes slowly lit up.

She suppressed her excitement: "That is to say, every time I die, my body will... be better?"

Wade nodded: "Yes."

Mist stood up and asked anxiously: "Then I—"

"No," Wade didn't allow her to speak, shaking his head like a rattle, "No, no, no, absolutely don't do that, I don't agree."

Mister was not reconciled: "But——"

"Okay, I know, I know," Wade raised his hands in surrender, "I can take you to some... fun and dangerous places, but you have to promise me one thing, come on, let's hook up, you agree to me take you away."

He squatted down and stretched out his little finger with a rare serious expression.

"However, you must protect yourself, and unless absolutely necessary, you must do everything in your power to protect yourself from death."

After a long silence, Mist stretched out his little finger and hooked his little finger.

Across the wall, Jason stood in front of the window, looking down at the scene outside the window.

The street outside the window is not the street they just saw, but an unfamiliar battlefield. The houses collapsed in pieces under the artillery fire, and the charred traces of the shells remained on the ground. near.

Jason, however, didn't look where the gunshots sounded, but stared at the ruins across the street.

Across the street was a ruined wall, and under the broken wall facing the window, Mist fell down and sat down under the wall holding Lania in his arms.

The girl's blue eyes were covered with a layer of ashes, and her chest was covered with bloody wounds from the large-caliber bullets.

Just now, there was a shootout on this street.

It was probably the first time that he faced his own death in such a tragic way, and Mister didn't seem to recover.

She hugged her corpse blankly, interlocking her fingers with the corpse, her little face showed no expression, but the tears fell down like pearls with broken strings, hitting Raniya's face full of lifelessness, The bloodstains fainted.

The sound of footsteps approached her, and Mister slowly raised her head, looking at Wade who was walking.

"I..." Her voice was hoarse, "I didn't protect her—"

Wade cut her off.

"It's not 'her'," he looked down at her indifferently, "you didn't protect yourself well."

In the corridor, Damian stood in front of the window, motionless.

There seemed to be ruins outside the window. On the ruins, a little white-haired girl was digging hard, and the black mist transformed into various tools in her hands.Sunset and sunrise, moonrise and moonset, she has been working hard on the ruins, and finally dug a bottomless hole, she stood up with a sigh of relief, dragged the body bag behind her, unzipped it, and The bodies of little girls in the body bags were dumped into the hole.

Damian didn't wait for her to fill in the hole, he went straight down the stairs, stood at the door of the stairwell emitting a strange smell, and pulled open the swinging door.

Behind the door, Rania's corpses crowded the stairwell, each with blank blue eyes.

Downstairs, Bruce walked into the dining room.

Time seemed to pass again, and the girls sitting at the table looked about eight.At the age of nine, Mist was feeding Rania—because of the deformity, Rania's hand bones were still weak, and she couldn't hold the spoon, so she had to rely on Mister to feed her.

The little girl looks like a healthy and beautiful child, her face has a bit of the shadow of a Gotham baby, her skin is as white as breathing marble, her eyes are as blue as a butterfly's wings, but in this beauty there is It also reveals a thrilling fragility, which makes people can't help but want to breathe lightly when they see it.

Now she can hardly see the deformed appearance of the past.

As if suffering from illness, the little girl kept frowning her thin eyebrows, swallowed a mouthful of food, shook her calf, and asked the man across the table: "Why can't I—"

She raised her hand and cut her throat horizontally with the palm: "—kill yourself? Isn't it faster this way? I think I can completely heal after just a few times."

Hearing this sentence, Wade swallowed the pizza for a while.

After what seemed like a few seconds, he slowly put down the pizza and stared at Rania.

"Do you know," he said with a smile, "in order to take care of the children—that is, your physical and mental health, I haven't said any bad words for a month, you see, I did what I said, I didn't even say a word... Hold!"

He took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile again: "Okay, I didn't do it, my fault. So you think you can't do it?"

Rania seemed frightened by him, froze for a second, and shook her head vigorously.

"But... I don't understand." She whispered, "Isn't our purpose just to let me die? Why should I protect myself? Why can't I..."

"Because that's you, if you do something to yourself, what is it?" Wade said, "You read a lot, tell me, what is the act of killing yourself called?"

Rania: "...suicide."

"Yes, suicide." Wade snapped his fingers.

"With your physique, you will definitely be numb to death. You have to believe me in this, I have experience," he folded his arms and leaned forward, his tone was always brisk and exaggerated, "and as long as you kill Yourself—once you cross that line—you can't go back, understand?"

Rania hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

Wade shook his head and sighed: "I knew that a kid like you would not be able to understand my brother's wisdom. Well, to put it simply, suicide means that you have surrendered, and you have submitted to...no matter what kind of bad stuff, you have submitted to me. They give in and give themselves to them to bully, get it? If you give in, you lose the courage to fight this fucking world—damn, am I swearing again?"

He spat violently, which made Rania couldn't help laughing, and said dejectedly, "Forget it baby, you'd better read the book, they speak better than me."

Raniya nodded and was about to get up to leave when Wade suddenly seemed to remember something and clapped his hands.

"By the way, I remember that I saw a sentence written in an advertisement that is very good. I will give it to you." He wrote a note enthusiastically and pushed it to Rania.

Facing Wade's expectant eyes, Rania picked up the note and read the words on it lightly.

"Man is not born to be defeated. Man can be destroyed, but he cannot be defeated."

Bruce watched the little girl carefully fold the note and was about to leave the restaurant when there was a loud thunder upstairs.

After a while, everyone found the source of the thunder—from the third floor, the attic.

Outside the attic is a storm.

The furious rain whipped the glass, the birthday cake was placed beside the bed, the candles trembled for no reason, the flame flickered on and off, the thunder outside the window was deafening, but the house was as silent as a morgue.

Mist stood in the corner with her head bowed, her face covered by her messy white hair. She was clearly clean and dry, but she gave off a feeling of embarrassment from being drenched in the rain.

On the bed in the middle of the room, a small human figure was convulsing under the quilt. Countless symptoms rushed to her in a vicious form while she was weak. Before she could finish coughing, she retched violently. Something, like bagpipes in his chest, making a horrible "whoosh" sound with every breath.

The room was filled with the earthy smell of rainy days, like a tomb.

Amidst the sound of retching, Mist slowly raised his head, his face was only numb, his honey-golden eyes stared straight at Rania on the bed, the candlelight danced in her eyes, slowly wiping out a permeating light .

She walked slowly to the bed, lifted the quilt, climbed onto the bed, and rode on Lania. The black mist wrapped around her palm, turning into a dagger with a cold light.

The white-haired girl held the dagger with both hands, pointed it at the chest of the girl below her, and pressed it down little by little as if possessed.

The sharp blade pierced through the clothing and the skin on the girl's chest. A drop of dirty blood dripped from the wound, and the blood bloomed on the fabric, and the dark red stain grew bigger and bigger.

The storm intensified, and Rania's breathing became weaker and weaker. The candles kept shaking, and then they all went out, leaving only wisps of white smoke drifting in the darkness, like a faint sound. sigh.

With a sigh, Mister flicked her wrist.

She suddenly threw away the sharp blade, hugged herself, and burst into tears.

She hugged her so lightly that she didn't dare to use any strength, but her crying was louder than the sound of the rain outside the window. Her tears rolled down, merged with Rania's tears, and scattered among her black hair. Like crystal clear dew.

After a long time, Mist slowly let go of the girl in his arms, stared blankly at her closed eyes, and put her back on the bed.

"People are not born to be defeated. People can be destroyed, but they cannot be defeated." She murmured.

The girl lay there quietly, as if she was asleep.

At the door, everyone just watched quietly without speaking.

After a while, Bruce turned around slowly, closed his eyes, then opened them, and walked towards the stairs leading to the tower.

Judging from the external structure, this house consists of two floors plus an attic and a minaret. They are now in the attic, only one step away from the minaret.

Not surprisingly, Rania should be there now.

The stairs leading to the tower were extremely long, and Bruce climbed up the steps while holding on to the handrails. The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty tower, echoing, and ascending far to the top of the building.

He stepped on the last step of the stairs and saw the girl's back.

The downstairs is full of sundries, but the top of the tower is unexpectedly empty. There is nothing in the huge circular room, only a huge window, and the crimson sunset outside the window, Raniya is sitting on the window sill , Facing the sunset, bowed his head to describe the scene of the setting sun on the paper.

Sunlight poured in from the window, and the floor of the tower seemed to be paved with ruby ​​tiles. Rania's shadow fell on the ground, long and long, extending to Bruce's feet.

There is boundless darkness under her feet, but she is embracing endless light.

Seemingly hearing the movement behind her, Raniya put down her pen, turned her head casually, and immediately saw the man at the stairs.

She froze for a moment, her pupils shrank slightly.

Bruce didn't even have time to speak, a huge force rushed towards him vigorously, black mist gushed out from the corner of the room, carried him down the tower, pushed him out of the door, and then retracted into the house, "Bang" slammed the door.

Bruce got up from the ground in a little embarrassment, turned his head to look, and saw that everyone from Alfred to Damian was thrown out, all of them were ashamed.

No doubt Rania pushed them out after realizing they had entered her memory.

Everything I saw just now, whether it was the corpses or the relationship between Rania and Mist... was too amazing. Every piece of information was like a cloud bomb, which exploded in their minds, killing several people. The man didn't recover for a while.

Only they successfully entered the monster house, and the others were shut out of the monster house, so when they saw them coming out, Superman and Wonder Woman immediately came to help them up, waiting for them to speak about their experiences in the monster house.

"What's going on inside?" Diana asked worriedly.

Bruce said hoarsely, "...it's nothing."

For some reason, Bruce and the others shut their mouths tightly, keeping silent, and didn't intend to speak.

Superman over there tried to pull the door, but it was closed tightly this time, and he couldn't pull it open with enough force to push the earth.

"Did you find her?" Tony asked.

Just a few minutes was enough for Batman to sort out his emotions. He took a deep look at the monster house and nodded: "I found it, but she drove us out."

Tony didn't taunt him, but turned around and asked, "Does anyone have a good idea?"

After a while, Loki and Thor came out shoulder to shoulder.

Being stuck by Thor's neck and unable to move, Loki was obviously in a bad mood, and he didn't bother to hide it in his dream, and his tone was cold: "She is having a nightmare, and people who are trapped by nightmares can't wake up. If she doesn't wake up, we have no way to go back, you have to wake her up."

If anyone else's consciousness is outside, it's not difficult to wake up Rania, but the problem is that everyone connected to her is drawn into her nightmare, and it's impossible to wake her up from the outside.

Besides, the only way to break a nightmare is——

Thinking of this, the God of Lies showed an exaggerated smile: "How about creating a little scare to wake up the owner of this nightmare?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Batman blurted out: "No!"

Everyone was stunned by his anger for no reason.

Realizing that his tone was wrong, Bruce paused, and then said: "Dreams are uncontrollable. If you go to scare her, something more dangerous may be born here. This is not reality. No one can defeat the owner of the dream in a dream." .”

"So what should we do?" Superman spread his hands.

This is simply an unsolvable knot, Rania locked herself in the monster house and was unwilling to leave. If the nightmare continued, she might never wake up again, but they couldn't leave without waking her up, let alone from The outside world wakes her up.

Fortunately, the top superheroes in the world are gathered here, so it is not difficult to come up with a reasonable plan.

After thinking for a moment, Iron Man raised his head.

"Since this is a dream, we can do things that cannot be done in reality." He raised his hand and showed his watch to everyone, "Nano armor, I haven't finished this in reality yet."

"So?" Barry asked.

"So I mean," Tony said, looking at the circle of superheroes around him, "we can change this nightmare to a certain extent, make it peaceful, so that the little girl can wake up naturally, how about it?"

"Turn it into a sweet dream?" Wanda interjected.

Tony shrugged, "Why not?"

He looked at Little Pepper and smiled: "Let's just thank her for giving us a sweet dream, and we can also give her a sweet dream. Now, who wants to join?"