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

Hearing what Tim said, everyone's faces were stunned for a moment, and even Bucky, who hadn't reacted all this time, raised his head and turned to him, with a pair of brown eyes that were still somewhat hollow. There was a moment of astonishment, and then a smile appeared in his silent eyes.

"Although everything in this magic is built in Jade Bird's own memory, even she can't fully grasp the development in this world," Tim's voice was a little tense, but he quickly returned to his original calm and steady He emphasized that except for Warren who caught the momentary change in his voice with his excellent hearing, no one really noticed his momentary mood swings, "Human memory cannot be so accurate, so the blue bird will be in her The place where her memory is fuzzy deduces the scene that will happen next, and then according to her deduction, she will continue her next behavior."

"But the result of this deduction is not necessarily good...Death or survival, both outcomes are possible. So once she dies in this memory, we will be transported to a new her Near the birth, continue to judge whether the reborn her is real or just an illusion made of memory."

Of course, as far as Gotham is concerned... as far as Gotham is concerned at this time period, living is a more difficult thing than death.

Not to mention that for a fragile and weak orphan, living in Gotham is far more desperate than dying in Gotham.

"So what do you mean?"

The soft caramel-colored eyes gradually condensed into hard sugar lumps. Tony propped his chin and looked at Tim. At this moment, those star-like bright eyes revealed a blade-like sharpness: "If her logic is supporting her How about going on like this? What if she lives until she dies of natural old age? If the one who lives on is just a memory synthesis, what are you going to do?"

Are you going to kill her yourself...or just lead her to death?

"This is just an illusion. Except for the real one, all the women that appear here are just illusions of memory synthesis."

Tim looked up at Tony, and said so without even a little hesitation.Although it was not stated directly, the meaning revealed in the words was already very clear.

"Are you really capable of doing it?"

Tony seemed to snort, his tone couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or approval, it sounded a bit weird.

"The real one and the fake one are so important, I can still tell the difference."

What's more, it's not the first time someone has used the appearance of his companions as a means of attacking him. He can still make a choice about this kind of thing.

No matter how real, no matter how tragic, hallucinations are just hallucinations.

"We split up to find the blue bird first. She was only about ten years old at this time. She was an orphan. Except for the orphanage, she spent most of her time wandering at this age. She mainly focused on those corners that could block the wind and snow. Don't touch her after that," Tim stretched out his hand as he said, a pile of earphones was lying quietly in his palm, it seemed that he was quite proficient in using the rules of this world, "she said Strangers are very vigilant...it would be bad if it aroused her suspicion."

Rather than saying that she is very vigilant, it is better to say that in Gotham, any orphan of this age is very vigilant.At Sandra's approaching age, among children like her, some girls have become child prostitutes, and boys have learned to hide and transport drugs on their bodies.

Not to mention the orphans born in the slums, even the children of rich families like Bruce, under the careful care of Alfred, after losing his parents and witnessing the darkness of Gotham with his own eyes, his personality is somewhat distorted, and even this incident The matter has remained a scar on his heart until now.So in such an environment, Sandra was able to grow up to such a large size safely and completely. In a sense, it can't be said that it is a miracle...

"This is our hometown... Gotham. The crime rate in this place was high before I was born. Although there is Batman in this time period, it doesn't change anything for Gotham. Don't underestimate the people on the road. Any homeless person or child should not be too surprised if they are robbed or stolen, as long as they can solve these things by themselves, there is no need to call the police.”

"Anyway, the matter should be over by the time the police arrive."

After calmly introducing the simple folk customs of Gotham City to others, Tim opened the door and planned to start action.Although the others were not familiar with this city, it was a fictitious city anyway, so it didn't matter whether they were familiar with it or not, as long as they found Sandra, there would be no loss.

Bucky felt a little dazed on the quiet and eerie street.Although this world is just a false creation, everything is almost the same as the real one.

There is no Hydra in this world, no men who hunted him, no warrants, not even...

Those who have been hurt by him.

Even he may not have existed.

An inexplicable throbbing rose from his heart, and Bucky lowered his eyes to suppress the slight emotional fluctuations in his heart, and stepped on the loose snow, leaving a footprint on it that was particularly clear and compact after being squeezed. He walked along the alley closest to him.

Sandra tightened her body a bit, and she felt that her head was a little dizzy and unclear. Even in this environment, she didn't feel cold at all, as if her physical sensations had already disappeared. As if numb, I still feel a little hot.

……hot?

She reacted a little sluggishly and reached out to touch her forehead, and her stiff and cold palm was pressed against her own forehead, which made her feel the bone-chilling coolness spread rapidly along her forehead, and made her I realized how high a fever I had now.

shit……

Fever in this kind of weather is undoubtedly a fatal thing for a waif like her.There is no hospital to go to, no doctor to help her see a doctor, and even antipyretics can't be found, and now she is frozen all over, and she doesn't even have the strength to move because of the fever, let alone run to the street to seek help. Help—to her, the little thing of having a fever was no different from a death notice.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have run away...

Sandra tried to stand up in a daze, but her arms and legs were limp and weak, and she couldn't even let go of the curled up position that hugged her, let alone stand up and run into the street.If the safe shelter she used to keep warm and shelter from the snow this winter hadn't been taken over by other homeless people, she shouldn't be running around in the streets in this weather.

At worst, being taken advantage of by them...it's better than freezing to death...

A vagrant like her who has no dependent power is not like those vagrants who are gathered to form a pickpocket group. If she picks up wallets in winter and unfortunately gets sick, she still has a chance to be treated. If she can't run to the street to find help, the second The sky would be a corpse buried under a snowdrift.

The thirst in her throat was so severe that Sandra finally let go of her body and fell to the ground. The hot airflow exhaled from her mouth melted a new layer of snow-white ground around her nose and mouth, exposing the muddy bottom. frost filthy water stains.

She can't... she doesn't want to die here...

Fingers touched the wall weakly and then slipped down, leaving shallow finger marks. Sandra found that she really didn't have the strength to stand up after trying. The material on her body was not thick, and spread over her body bit by bit, conveying a bone-chilling chill.

She doesn't want to just die like this...

Only relying on the remaining little strength to crawl on the ground with difficulty, only this idea remained in Sandra's burning chaotic brain, and the slight caressing sound was almost drowned in the rustling sound of falling snowflakes, It is as inconspicuous and ephemeral as countless ice crystals that swirl and then melt.

Sandra could not hear the creak of the air being squeezed out as her body pressed against the snow, nor the crisp sound of footsteps trampling the snow as someone walked towards her until she was picked up and strode out. When I left, there was only a little reaction.

"..."

Her voice was so weak that Bucky, who was holding her and let her rest his head on his shoulder, couldn't hear what she was saying.Bucky stopped and covered the girl's head with his palm, so that she could get closer to his ear so that he could hear what she was saying clearly, then he closed the coat on her body again, and pulled the girl into his arms It was stuffed in the middle, and the brows were locked tightly feeling that the temperature had obviously exceeded the normal body temperature.

"……save……"

"help me……"

"I don't...I...don't want...to die..."

The faint ravings almost melted into the sound of falling snowflakes, with desperate and desperate hope, as light as flying snowflakes and as heavy as falling meteors.The tears that hadn't yet fallen gradually lost their heat, and finally slid down the hot skin and fell into Bucky's neck. The frozen, red, swollen and stiff fingers contracted unwillingly, and tried feebly to hold Bucky's clothes tightly, but in the end they fell limply. Sliding down, hanging limply beside him as if he had lost his muscles and bones.

"I found……"

Before Bucky could finish his words, he saw everything around him radiating broken cracks from the middle like a spider web.Pieces of flakes of light swirl like peeling paint on an oil painting, accompanied by melting snowflakes, and the girl in his arms turns into a handful of fine sand and disappears into the shattered space, just like The heavy coat, which was heavier than her, fell back between Bucky's empty arms, and the hem of the heavy coat swept across the snow that was no longer neat.

Others appeared beside Bucky with blank faces. Bucky maintained this posture as if he didn't feel it at all. His thin face showed a bit of bewilderment, as if he didn't know why this happened. .

The author has something to say: I have thought about the main content of this book

One hundred and one ways to die of mulberry balls (not

In fact, "Sandra" had already hanged herself with only one breath when she had a fever, and she also knew that once she was relieved, she would die in minutes.

But who can still tighten his stubbornness when being treated tenderly (not applicable to the master)

The words she prayed for were not so much asking for help from Bucky, but more like she was not reconciled to her doomed death

If you have any good ideas (abuse) methods (stalks), why not share them with me!Maybe I will see it in the text (shut up)

Babies who like it, why not collect me!Boo boo!