Chapter 28

He raised his eyebrows but didn't stop him, wanting to see what Gin, who had given him a codename at such a young age, wanted to do.

The blond boy was about eight or nine years old, but his behavior was highly admired by him. He was brave and resourceful, his thoughts were cunning and ruthless, and his loyalty was visible to the naked eye.

He walked to the girl's side.

The foreign girl with black hair and blue eyes finally gave him a look, looking at him expressionlessly, as if she wanted to know his purpose.

She seemed to understand who they were and had no expectations from the beginning.

The young man Gin picked up the same gun as hers, cocked it skillfully, pointed it forward, and fired.

The whole set is perfect and impeccable.

The shot hit the target.

Then he put down the gun, as if he was simply showing off his skills, and returned to his original position with his eyes closed.

The girl turned her head and glanced at him, then at the gun he touched. Her eyes seemed to finally show something different in the dead silence.

She ignored her arm that could no longer hold her strength, and picked up the gun again as if she felt no pain. However, this time, her movements were more standard than ever, exactly the same as the blond boy's movements just now.

Someone sneered and sarcastically whispered: "So what if it tastes the same? It doesn't mean when you shoot -"

His pupils suddenly widened.

"Bang!"

The shot hit the bull's-eye.

Not only did she learn a lot from the boy, she even adjusted the angle of shooting based on her actual situation!

A suffocating silence swept through the entire shooting training room, and many eyes were fixed on her like a ghost.

And she dropped the gun, her hands shaking uncontrollably, and the bright red blood fell to the ground, making a slight "tick" sound.

The leader's eyes had changed when he looked at her. He quickly smiled and asked someone to send a doctor to check the condition of her hand injury. He said gently: "Look at you kid, why are you working so hard, since your body can't hold it anymore?" Yes, just tell me."

The girl did not answer him.

"Okay," the leader didn't care, "this is Dita, who will be a senior member of the organization from now on."

A senior member who is only three or four years old?

This is ridiculous!

However, the facts cannot be refuted, especially the talent shown by Dita, which is so terrifying.

When the leader asked who she wanted to follow, she turned her eyes and slowly stopped at the blond boy who closed her eyes and was concentrating.

"He."

"I want to follow him."

While recovering from her injuries, she learned some simple sign language.

"Oh, it's Gin. Before you came, he was the youngest here." The leader said with a smile, "You should get along well."

Gin.

"Gin?"

The voice brought back his thoughts.

Gin frowned.

Why did he remember the past again?

He has always disdained to reminisce about the past. In his opinion, there is nothing more important than what is happening right now. That kind of behavior is a waste of time.

But now the number of times is a bit abnormal.

"I'll ask again," Gin said a little impatiently. He didn't have much patience. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing happened." Q lowered his head aggrievedly: "Sad, not happy. Even so. I'm not happy about killing the clown. I killed people before, but when I was unhappy, Gin would hug me."

Gin sneered: "Remember clearly, you did it yourself."

He just let it go. He patted her head naturally.

"Oh."

She didn't listen at all.

Gin discovered that Q was in an abnormal state, as if he had an eight-thousand-meter-thick filter installed on him.

He didn't know how she got along with the Avengers, so when she needed to express her emotions, he just thought she was out of her mind and quite uncooperative.

He put a cigarette in his mouth again, and instead of bothering himself with the problem, he changed the subject and asked: "Is this body yours?"

Maybe it was made up to disguise him, but he didn't do anything in this regard. If you are not proficient, it is normal not to see it. But the height and age seem to have not changed but shrunk, which is a bit strange.

——She can still talk to him.

"It's mine."

As if she remembered something, her expression turned cold again. Gin had reasonable suspicion that she was suffering from some kind of mental illness, which was why she was so moody.

"...But Q is not a human being."

"This body is a "ghost". "

Dense dark lines appeared on her body again, and blood-red color flashed under her eyes.

As if she thought of something that frightened her, her shoulders began to tremble slightly, but she returned to normal the next second before Gin could react. , as if nothing had happened, he continued: "That's why I can speak. "

This time her mouth didn't move, but the voice came out directly.

No instruments were needed.

"Ghost? Gin held a cigarette in his mouth and said, "I'm not interested in these things." Hey, keep your secret to yourself. Just tell me if necessary before taking action. "

Thank you, Gin. " She suddenly said with a trembling voice: "Great." It's so nice to meet you.

Gin paused and said, "You're not thinking right now, so you'd better stop talking. " Take a break. "

He nodded to her, made a simple courtesy, and walked out of the top floor.

When he walked out the door and looked back for the last time, he found that the place where she was sitting was empty. Apparently, he used the same expression as when he came. He went back the same way.

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He closed the door.

In the guest room of Wayne Manor, the girl in the middle of the bed silently pressed her temples.

Her head hurt a little.

She suffered a setback in expressing her emotions, and she continued to distance herself from others. After setting up the puppet and fighting Batman for a while, it was unavoidable that she had a splitting headache.

After all, she just remembered that thing again.

The "mental cage" was activated again, causing a certain degree of discomfort. It's normal to be comfortable.

She fell asleep in a daze, but was awakened by the nightmare again, and sat up from the bed.

The nightmare at the beginning was the moment of despair that she really didn't want to remember. The man with black hair and red eyes mercilessly tore off her limbs and penetrated her chest.

Slowly, as if he deliberately wanted her to see the process, he dug out her heart.

"You almost ruined my plan, little girl."

His cold red pupils fell on her, like a poisonous snake spitting out a snake letter: "But, you are not dead yet?"

The man smiled suddenly. Get up: "In that case..."

"You will become a ghost and let me see what it will be like?"

The process of becoming a ghost is almost as painful as having limbs torn off and the heart dug out.

But Yuna already knew that this was a dream. She had experienced this dream countless times.

She saw the man deliberately throwing fresh flesh and blood in front of her, and in order to control herself, she, who was still young at the time, cut open her chest again. Then she will think about the whole process of being turned into a ghost.

Later she no longer had any interest in human flesh and blood.

Before the man finally got impatient and forced her to eat it, she returned to the original world.

In the past few years when she was in the Avengers, she no longer had nightmares. Even if she had nightmares, she would not have any fluctuations. The "spiritual cage" was functioning responsibly, and she just watched it all with cold eyes.

But today is different.

She saw herself running forward. Running with all his might.

A bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart.

Because it was a dream, the past and background suddenly appeared in her mind. She saw the young man being beaten with a crowbar by the green-haired man until he was dying, while his biological mother turned away and closed her eyes. , regardless of asking.

Her blood cooled down little by little, and she felt a dull pain in her newly healed limbs.

When the clown's crowbar swung down again, she rushed over, but in an instant she was back outside the warehouse, running.

Her legs didn't seem to fit in well with the mechanical legs. She stumbled while running and almost fell down several times.

However, her movements became faster and faster, and she became more and more panicked. An extremely bad premonition gripped her entire brain, making it almost impossible for her to think.

Close.

The warehouse is right in front of her -

"Boom!!"

Yuna was hit by the aftermath of the explosion and fell to the ground.

Then she woke up.

Yuna reached out to cover her heart and slowly calmed down her breathing, her blue eyes dim and unclear.

Jason, in the dream, before her eyes—

disappeared in the explosion.

She closed her eyes with difficulty.

This is just a dream, don't think about it too much. You have killed the clown, you should calm down...

...but the dead person will not come back.

The tips of Yuna's fingers covering her heart gradually became sharper. Just when she was about to break through the skin and penetrate into the flesh, there was a knock on the door.

She glanced at the time and found that it was already early morning.

"Miss Yuna, are you asleep? I heard something moving over here, come and take a look."

Hear something moving over here?

laugh.

The bug is really useful.

However, at this point, he is not asleep yet?

Because she was not equipped with a sound generator, she could not reply directly, so she simply got out of bed and opened the door for Mr. Butler.

"It's just a nightmare. Thank you for your concern."

"That's good," Ah Fu showed a relieved smile, and then frowned slightly: "Nightmare?"

"Yes."

Yuna nodded calmly. .

Ah Fu's eyes touched her neck where she had taken off the choker because she wanted to sleep, and he also saw an ugly scar running across it.

Ah Fu's eye circles suddenly turned red: "Miss Yuna, you have really suffered outside these years."

Not only is he an old butler who is very knowledgeable in gardening and cooking, he was also an agent, so he can easily The source of the injury on Yuna's neck was identified.

She is the daughter of the Wayne family. Not only did she not enjoy the glory and wealth she was born with, she was even hurt like this.

Yuna didn't answer. She wanted to answer something, but then stopped.

She had never felt miserable before.

Everything she does has a goal and will bring her good results in the end. Even if she pays some price, it doesn't matter - as long as she has enough confidence to do what she wants to do.

But now, she suddenly felt tired.