[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

"Little Pigeon, don't move so fast. I haven't got a spare for this one yet."

"Why do you suddenly want to toss this bionic robot? Wait a minute, you lighten it, you hurt it, and I can't control it when it struggles. This is something you developed, don't be caught by it when the time comes If it takes a bite, it's a shame."

"It's not the first time you've helped me do this kind of thing, take it lightly."

"It's been a long time ago and I've forgotten how to do it."

Before Tim walked in the door, he heard the voices of Tony and Sandra coming out of the laboratory without any concealment.Sandra was carefully spreading her wings and her toes were slightly off the ground, looking a little nervous. The mechanical bird was quietly being held under her palm and laying on its stomach with its wings folded. The restraint belt tied it tightly, but it didn't seem to prevent it from tilting its slender neck and looking at Tony, who was approaching him cautiously with a wrench, without any appearance of attacking.

"Is that what you were talking about?"

Tim has a little impression of this mechanical bird. After all, Sandra spent most of his time in Tony's laboratory because of this bird. They look quite different.

"That's right, I didn't even remember what it looked like when it was just finished." Sandra replied a little casually, temporarily putting all her thoughts on the bird.

Although the magic power transmitted by the mechanical bird towards her was somewhat intimacy and trust, she still did not let go of her vigilance, and pressed her palm gently on the cold and protruding back of the mechanical bird, a layer of tulle-like magic power Covered in her palm, as long as there is any accident, these magical powers can immediately build a defensive magic circle to protect them in it.

Tim frowned slightly, always feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with Sandra's words.But for a while, he didn't notice anything wrong, so he suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, then raised his eyes to look at the quiet mechanical bird lying on his stomach, and asked Tony: : "I remember that your hobby has never been on robots?"

"It's a bionic robot," Tony raised his head and corrected, "but a handsome, rich and smart person like me certainly has a lot of different hobbies, although bionic robots are not my specialty. , but it’s okay to play occasionally.”

Regarding Tony's remarks, Tim was obviously noncommittal, but it was obviously not beneficial to expose his words, so Tim didn't talk to Tony anymore, just frowned and looked at the energy pile on his chest. The mechanical bird, which exudes a blue light that looks very similar to the color of the magic power released by Sandra when she used magic before, asked again: "Is its power source driven by your magic power?"

"Half and half," Sandra distracted and covered Tim with a protective shield, "The main power source is still the energy pile made of honey for it, and my magic power is only used as a thickened Function... How should I put it, I don’t really understand this bird, so you’d better ask Honey about it.”

"No way," Tony lowered his head and groped on the mechanical bird, and then he found the activation device accurately and said with a bit of surprise, "I explained a lot of principles to you in the laboratory, so that's it. Don't tell me how long it's been since you forgot all about it."

"Emmm... Actually, I really can't remember clearly, after all, this is not my specialty."

Sandra admitted this matter openly. Anyway, she is really not interested in this aspect of things, and it is quite normal to forget about it after a while.

"Can't remember clearly?"

Tim frowned, and subconsciously opened his mouth to repeat Sandra's words in this way, only to feel as if he remembered something that he had temporarily forgotten before, and the look in Sandra's eyes made her feel a kind of Inexplicably uneasy.

Sandra was still a little ignorant, but she also instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

She asked subconsciously, with a little vigilance unconsciously in her tone, trying to ignore the uneasiness in her heart because of Tim's appearance.

Those blue eyes stared fixedly at Sandra, deep and quiet as if there was no wave in the ocean, but Sandra, who was stared at by him like this, felt an indescribable palpitation.

"Do you remember what happened when we came to Manhattan?"

It was supposed to be slightly tense with a gentle and peaceful voice, but Sandra's ear flaps sensitively captured the tension that was tightened and involved in Tim's voice, and this tension also It was affecting her emotions, so that she unknowingly flapped her ear wings uneasily, and even the feathers on the wings behind her had a tendency to explode slightly, and she nodded with a little confusion.

"And you know, what did you do that day?"

Sandra looked at Tim with reddish-brown pupils, as if wondering why he asked herself this question, but when she was about to nod, she froze.

Seeing Sandra's hesitant look, Tim took a deep breath calmly and felt his heart sinking suddenly. There was even a bit of aggressive haste in his usually gentle voice, word by word, as if stuck in the The arrow in her heart made Sandra tremble uncontrollably.

"Do you remember the hospital you were admitted to? Do you remember the nurse who took care of you? Do you remember when you met Professor X? Do you remember... the first time you met the Maximov brothers and sisters in When is it?"

Tim's repeated questioning almost disturbed all of Sandra's thoughts, and she almost took a step back subconsciously in confusion, and even almost retracted the palm she pressed on the back of the mechanical bird so that it could move freely and face it. Said the other two were too vulnerable.

The mechanical bird seemed to sense Sandra's panic, and became restless.But Sandra didn't have time to care about its reaction at this time, but her pupils dilated and her chin tightened. In the air-conditioned room with a moderate temperature, fine and dense beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

"Do you remember, when we left Karma Taj, who sent us away?"

Seeing Sandra's silent reaction, Tim only felt that his heart seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper, as if he was dragging his internal organs into a bottomless abyss.

She remembered only a vague outline of everything Tim mentioned.

More distant things, for example, when she first came to this world, she had already forgotten what she did in that war, and she didn't remember why she was hospitalized, and she didn't remember when she was hospitalized. Who is my nurse... Speaking of which, was there a nurse to take care of me when I was in the hospital?

She only remembered that Ancient One Mage should have sent them away when they left Karma Taj, but besides Ancient One, who else sent them away?It seems that there is, and it seems that there is no, but why...

"What's wrong with me, Tim?"

Sandra looked up at Tim, and in panic, she didn't even notice that she called Tim's name directly: "I don't remember... everything, I don't remember anything."

The face that was originally too fair is now as white as a piece of paper with light shining through it. Sandra looked at Tim, as if grabbing the only life-saving straw in a panic: "Everything... ...I only remember an outline, I can't remember all the details, not even everything in Gotham... I don't remember..."

Her voice trembled, like a frightened baby bird curling up and whining.

"My memory... Tim..."

She seemed to be trembling nervously, and the azure feathers that were originally controlled by her, only floating on the ends of some joints and the ends of the eyes, seemed to start to drill out of her skin under such an impact, like crazy Yes, like weeds growing unrestrained, it spread everywhere on her body.

Tim felt that Sandra's reaction seemed to be beyond his expectations for her, and he was obviously a little caught off guard, but he didn't pursue these superficial emotions at this time, but just patiently tried to appease Sandra, and tried his best to calm down. He leveled his voice and tried not to put more pressure on Sandra: "Don't worry, I will fix these problems."

But apparently such a guarantee could not calm Sandra down. She trembled and backed away as if she wanted to stay away from them, but in the end she had to stop her backward steps and froze on the spot with an almost mournful cry. Then she was embraced by a pair of soft and cold arms protruding from behind her.

"Ugh……"

A low, loving sigh seemed to be pampering and pampering, a strange but unforgettable tone came from behind Sandra, and a pale and delicate young girl's face also came from her shoulder He leaned out, put his pointed chin lightly on Sandra's shoulder, and turned his face to kiss her cheek.

"What did I say?"

Tim raised his vigilance in an instant. Out of instinct, he glued the domino mask to his face. He, who was originally wearing the red Robin uniform, entered the state of preparation for battle almost instantly, and the long stick slipped into him in an instant. The palm of his hand stretched out, and his other hand was also placed on his universal belt, and he confronted the evil bird with his jaw stretched.

"Unlock the lock she put on you casually, but you will be drowned."

Tony summoned his steel suit and equipped it in an instant. At the same time, he asked Jarvis in the suit to notify everyone in the Avengers Building—the Avenger or whatever, who cares, as long as it is Combat power, just come to his laboratory.

Those slack and empty pupils seemed to be looking at Tony, but they didn't seem to pay attention to him. They just hugged Sandra from behind and closed their arms with a smile. He brought her whole body into his arms, and completely exposed her bare shoulders and arms, with rough and random sutures between the shoulders and arms.

"Let go of her."

Tim clenched the long stick in his hand calmly, his blue eyes hidden behind the white diaphragm narrowed, staring at the evil bird like a leopard ready to go and said this.

Originally smiling, Yan Yan's exquisite face with all kinds of tenderness and tenderness suppressed all the smiles in an instant, and the lifeless, pale face of the dead looked straight at Tim, as if he didn't care about hiding his malice and disgust at all, tightened his The arms wrapped around Sandra's neck pulled and separated the flesh that was sutured with needles and threads.

"What are you?"

The pale flesh of the lips seemed to have a cold and mocking arc, and the evil bird narrowed its pupils contemptuously and arrogantly. A black, mud-like substance surged and emerged under Sandra's feet, and then it was like a swamp. Generally spread rapidly.

"Let go of her."

Tim just repeated it again, and before the black silt spread to his feet, he jumped directly onto the workbench where the mechanical bird was restrained, and several paralyzing bombs were pinched between his fingertips.

But after seeing his actions, the evil bird curled its lips and smiled again as if it suddenly remembered something, but the malice contained in this smile seemed to seep from the broken branches of poppies. As strong as the venom.

"I forgot," the black mud seemed to climb up her back, and finally stretched and spread behind her, stretching into a pair of pitch-black wings that spread out, almost covering Sandra's entire body. Wrapped in her shadow, "You things... are so fragile and timid, but you still dare to think about things that don't belong to you, and you don't raise them carefully."

Sandra stood there numbly as if she had lost consciousness and let the evil bird hug her, her reddish-brown pupils were empty, unable to reflect any brilliance.

"My little beast is so cute and beautiful, how could I just let her go and let her be taken away by you just like them?"

Evil Bird muttered to himself, his cold fingertips lightly brushed across Sandra's cheek, and he tilted his head to imprint his cold lips on her ear.

"You only know that she has lost her memory?" The arm around the slender neck was slightly loosened, and the pale, puppet-like arm slid down Sandra's chest, and finally stopped at her. The left chest was firmly pressed against her heart, almost greedily feeling the beating heart under the chest.

"She unlocked the lock that protected her for people like you. Those knowledge would tear up her original memory and her own consciousness. Her soul couldn't bear such a huge torrent of memories, and her After her soul is shattered, she will slowly forget everything about herself, she will forget the past, forget the present, and forget that she once became a human and mixed among you—”

The sharp smile turned into sweet and gentle love words, licking Sandra's ear and lightly slipping into her ear.

"When she forgets all of this, she will become a beautiful and powerful little beast that belongs only to me."

"None of you can take her away."

The evil bird smiled and kissed Sandra's cheek, and pressed his forehead against her pale skin. Suddenly, he shared his happiness with Tim and the humans she detested, squinting his eyes like a smile, But he looked at them as if mocking: "Have you noticed it a long time ago? My little beast is different from the little birds you have seen."

"She's the wildest, most beautiful, and most special one."

The author has something to say: I’m going back to the DC world in the next chapter, and I’m a little excited after thinking about it. In the next chapter, I will explain in detail the things mentioned by the evil bird