[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

"Hang this painting here," Connor's voice commanded, "Is the red wine arranged? Okay, I'll call over there."

"Hey, Roy, stop looking over there." The voice got closer and closer to Atar, and finally stopped in front of him, "You remember to find Oliver."

"Attar" Connor said, "There's no need to be restless. Don't worry, nothing will happen tonight."

Atal opened his eyes, and found himself standing in the center of the living room of the Quinn Manor. The servants were busy arranging the banquet behind him, while Connor was wearing casual clothes with a camel-colored windbreaker, and stretched out his hand in front of his eyes. flickering, worried

Atal grabbed Connor's wrist before he could withdraw his hand.

It's hard to say that there is any difference, but Atal's eyes wandered on Connor, and he always felt that there was something wrong with Connor.

Connor was about to pull his wrist out immediately, but he saw Atal's expression.

So, he hesitated for a moment, let him hold his wrist, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Atal asked in his heart "I succeeded"

But there was a voice in his heart telling him that something was wrong, because the Connor standing in front of him gave a completely different feeling from the real him.

The voice of the system hesitated and said, "It doesn't count."

such an ambiguous answer

"Oh, you're worried." Connor said, he hugged Attar in the posture of being pulled, and let him go easily, "It's okay, didn't we invite Detective Bat this time? The phantom thief is throwing himself into a trap."

Atal's heart skipped a beat.

He observed Connor's expression again, and then, in order to confirm the guess in his heart, he rubbed his fingers against Connor's tiger's mouth

Sure enough, there was no rough touch, these were the hands of a pampered rich boy, this Connor was different from the reality.

Atal was slightly shocked.

He finally knew what the sense of disobedience was.

In this dream of his, Connor is just a normal guy, not the new Arrow at all.

"It's nothing." Attar said, he slowly let go of Connor's hand, and said in a covert way, "As you said, I'm a little worried."

Under his small movements, Connor smiled at him quickly, and there was a hint of shyness belonging to a big boy in the smile that made Atal's heart skip a beat, making Atal's heart sink, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Afterwards, Atal felt a chill on his neck, and something was hung around his neck by Connor, and he quickly stuffed it into his coat. mean.

He was about to look down at what Connor had given him, but Connor pressed his forehead to keep his head from moving.

Connor looked left and right, and found that no one noticed this side, so he moved closer to the latter, kissed his cheek lightly, and then left quickly, as fast as the temperature of Atal's cheek was too scorching, making him He looked so embarrassed that he averted his eyes.

He curled his hands up to cover his lips and coughed, patted the top of Atar's head with the other hand, and said solemnly, "Okay, I'm off to work."

He gave Attar a wink "Be happy."

Connor walked to the other side, leaving Atal, who was already shocked to petrification, staying where he was, as if he didn't know what happened.

After half a minute, he slowly raised his hand, wanting to slap himself to wake up

what the hell

Leaving aside whether it was a dream or not, even if it was, it is unlikely that he would be so close to Connor.

He could sense that Connor's actions just now were not within the scope of family affection, and had crossed the line a little bit.

Why

The system "Don't hit yourself, I seem to know what happened."

Atar's inner world ended with an earthquake, and he put down his hand in pain, "You say."

"This dream is weird." The system said nonsense.

Atar replied "I know" from the bottom of his heart, and walked towards the table.

Among the people coming and going, there was an invitation card there.He picked it up, unfolded it to see what was written on it, and saw the inscription at a glance, marked "Atal Ogu".

Almost immediately, a string of words in front of his eyes showed an important clue of Quinn's invitation x1

He stretched out his hand to support his chin, thoughtfully, "Oh, my name is Aogu here."

"And the relationship with Connor is unusual." The system added, "He kissed you just now."

"" Attar said, "you don't mention this, it's better for everyone, really."

"It stands to reason that no one will interfere with all of this," the system ignored him. "We have succeeded a few times before, so there is no reason to fail this time. Therefore, there is only one thing that can happen, that is, someone can also control the dream , and then he messed up your world."

"How many possibilities are there?" Attar asked.

"Two. First, the other party, like you, has a certain perception of them; second, if there is no one else, it is they who are causing trouble."

Attar heard the words and said, "My luck has always been e, so let's just assume that there are both possibilities."

He is very self-aware.

"You said that person could distort my dreams"

"Yes," the system said, "you and him should be the only ones who know about this world, and you will retain the memory of the original world."

"I really want to get to know him." Atar said, the corners of his mouth twitched. "He is really cranky."

Who the hell is so boring that he would think of him and Connor as a couple?

"Anyway, the order of the dream cannot be disturbed." The system said, "You have to stop them, otherwise you will all be trapped in the dream."

Atar withdrew his complaints, flicked his fingers on the paper on the invitation letter, and read aloud silently

"The banquet of the Quinn family, to see the key's demeanor."

Combined with Connor's words, Atar probably sorted out his thinking. What he probably needs to do is to prevent the "strange thief" from stealing the key and ruining the dinner.

Who is the Phantom Thief from the League of Assassins?

Also, what is the key

Just as he was thinking, a person walked gently behind him and covered his eyes, "Guess who?"

Atal recognized his voice immediately, and cooperated with him, "Roy."

The other party was dissatisfied that "the game is not played like this."

Roy let go, then sat sideways on the table in front of Atar, took the invitation letter away from his hand and threw it aside, "You're being lazy here."

"Roy," Atar realized that a ready-made person was in front of him, and he asked casually, "What is the key tonight?"

Roy froze for a moment, stopped shaking his body, and glanced at him strangely, "It's a collection. I heard that you can open a door and take out the Necronomicon, but it's just a rumor, and I don't know that the strange thief Interested in why it is."

As he spoke, he stretched his arms, reached for a newspaper on the other side of the table, and handed it to Atar, "Look, there is an introduction here. But why are you?"

Atal took the newspaper, and once again saw a row of small words hanging in the air, exhibiting important clues to the newspaper x2

He is now full of thoughts about how to get out of the current situation, and Roy is talking non-stop in front of him, so he picked up the toothpick from the fruit plate on the table, forked a piece of apple slices, without lifting his head into Roy's mouth.

The latter had the snack in his mouth, with a dazed expression on his face, he chewed and swallowed the apple, and then he calmed down as he wished.

Attar blocked the source of the noise and took the opportunity to quickly browse the newspaper.

Here are the introductions of the key and the Necronomicon. It seems that this dream world can be played as a game, no different from before.

It is said that Abdullah Alhazad, a crazy poet named Arabia, wrote an evil holy book and named it the Necronomicon. Anyone who reads this book will fall into extremely bad thinking confusion , leading to loss of sanity.

Abdullah himself also suffered a tragic end, being eaten alive by an invisible monster in the downtown area.

This book even records the method of breaking the seal of the old gods, but as early as the thirteenth century, the Necronomicon had been lost with the death of the author, and now the Necronomicon collected in Miskatonic University The book is not the original one either.

On the key that appeared in the Quinn Manor, there was a line of Arabic words "Necronomicon to the place you think" engraved on the side.

As it turned out, he put down the newspaper.

Atal felt a slight knock on his neck. He remembered what Connor had hung around his neck just now, so he wanted to unzip the zipper to see what was inside, but Roy also stretched out his hand to stop him. , shaking his head at him, "Don't take it out."

"Someone came up with an idea," Roy said in a low voice deliberately, "put it here with you, and put the fake in the display case so that it won't be lost."

After he finished speaking, he leaned back, leaned on the table and swayed his legs boredly like a boy, mingling with the crowd to fish fish openly.

Atal grabbed his collar

the key is with him

Although he really wanted to see what it looked like, but thinking of Connor and Roy's arrangement, he still held back and didn't take it out to see clearly.

"I still want to eat." Roy suddenly changed the subject, he glanced at the fruit platter, "I want apples."

Then, he stuffed his hands into his coat pocket, fidgeted in it, signaled that he had no free hands at the moment, opened his mouth like a child checking for cavities, and looked around on the fruit platter , the movement was quite obvious, it was signaling Atar to feed him, without the appearance of an older brother.

Atal felt funny in his heart, he stretched out his hand and used a toothpick to fork the apple slice again, and fed it to Roy very naturally.

The other party bit the toothpick and fruit in one bite, and said contentedly, "More."

Let’s wait and see what happens for now, Attar thought, collect information before the dinner starts, and act vigilantly after it starts, as long as it’s past twelve o’clock.

Besides, judging by the current situation, his teammates should be pretty good too, after all Connor said Batman would come.

He patiently fed Roy several times according to Roy's request. He didn't put down the toothpick until the other party said no more, and then pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands.

Roy looked over his shoulder and casually landed on the door, complaining, "Connor is too much"

Suddenly, he leaned forward, as if he saw someone, and Atar saw him jump off the table and rush towards the door like a small whirlwind.

He turned around and looked in the direction where Roy was running, but he couldn't see anyone. He felt strange in his heart and didn't know what Roy saw.

Then, while balancing his body, a figure stumbled into the room, followed by their housekeeper, Leisa, behind him.

"Dick," Roy's voice reproached, "you came late, I remember we specially applied to the Bluhaven Police Department for you to investigate this theft case."

Dick smiled wryly, and there was an eye-catching gauze on his handsome features, "I didn't mean to."

He raised his right hand towards Roy and Atar, where it was exaggeratedly wrapped in the shape of a bamboo shoot, with a plaster cast, and a bandage wrapped around his neck, looking quite miserable "Not long ago , I was in a car accident, so"

"That's it, it's good that you're fine." Roy said, Atar saw him squatting down, his voice became uneasy, and he stretched out his hand forward with a hint of fear, "Well, hello, detective .”

This scene made Atal even more confused, he couldn't help but took a few steps forward, and finally saw clearly what happened.

He saw a ball of fluff reaching out and resting its paw on Roy's finger.

The black coal ball gave a cold "meow", as if in response.

It even wore a woolen shawl and a plaid beret, making it more of a detective than a detective.

Atal was shocked.

He looked around, but he seemed the only one surprised by the situation, as if it was normal for a cat to work for the police and be called a detective.

Roy cast his eyes on Dick for help, and the latter said kindly, "Oh, Bruce is saying, he is very happy to see you too."

Dick acted like a human translator.

Attar "" Boo, Bruce

After finishing speaking, Dick approached the black cat, and then squatted down, allowing the cat to grab his trouser legs and climb up his back, then pulled his hair, lying on his back amidst Dick's gasping for air. When it reached the top of Dick's head, it stretched out its paw condescendingly and patted Dick's head.

Dick stood up obediently. He looked at Atar, who was still in a dazed state, and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Assistant Nightwing, and this is Detective Batman."

Attar issued a soul torture "Why is Batman a cat instead of a bat?"

Dick said seriously, "The ears are very similar."

Afterwards, he stretched out his hand to touch his chin, and said solemnly, "Besides, if Bruce is not a cat, I would not have the advantage to join the bat team, because only I chose cat language, and no one else could understand what Bruce really wanted." what was said."

"Then, can I take the liberty to ask, Officer Dick, how are you solving the case?"

Roy gave him a strange look again, "Why are you asking Dick this? His specialty is not this."

"Only I can understand what Bruce is saying." Dick said proudly, "That's enough."

Attar ""

He suddenly felt hopeless.

It's as if you drew a straight, but the opposite side gave a king bomb.

Who is it, who is making trouble in his dream

Atar can only comfort himself, in detective novels, generally speaking, a few people are needed to make up the head, and this does not affect his progress.

Bruce cat watched him quietly and licked his paw.

While they were talking, Connor walked over with a stack of documents, "You guys are here, since I'm here, let me tell you about the arrangement of the venue."

"It's no different from the previous banquets. Journalists and the media can come in. We can't hold this banquet because we are worried about strange thieves. First, we will talk freely about the meal time, then I will give a speech, Atar will play the piano, and after the magic show, This dinner is over."

Connor flipped through "Any Objections?"

"Magic show" Roy's voice sounded a bit puzzled, "Why is there an extra item suddenly?"

"The latest trend." Connor replied, "Star City is in fashion."

"Okay." Roy frowned, looking dissatisfied, "but we all know that the cards of the Phantom Thief are quite famous."

"But with Bruce here, what's so scary," Dick said confidently, and Bruce squatted on top of his head and meowed, as if responding to his assistant, "Besides, aren't you ready, Connor?" "

"Also, we have tech Tim Drake hiding in the shadows."

Attar asked "who will come"

"I screened the list, and the most important thing is to keep Peter Parker." Connor said, and simply handed the list to Attar, who asked him to read it himself. "He has tracked and reported the strange thief many times, and he is very experienced. The reporter, if he is there, the Kaitou will not be easy."

When Atar heard the name of his familiar friend and learned that the other party was a reporter, he couldn't help but feel a lot of comfort in his heart.

Although Peter may not be useful, at least he is still a human being, and he does not need to take cat language.

At this moment, Bruce meowed several times.

All eyes were on Dick, who immediately dutifully translated "He's asking if Clark Kent is coming."

Connor nodded, "Of course, he is the editor-in-chief and reporter of the Phantom Thieves column on Planet Daily, and he will come too."

"And with his intern assistant, Chris Kent," Connor added.

He flipped through it, and found the names of Tony and others without any surprise. As for the names of the others

Lex Luthor, seeing this name, Attar couldn't help feeling guilty for a second, this was the first person he hoped that the other party would forget all the memory of the main world in the dream, otherwise he felt that Lex would become his big trouble

In Atal's imagination, the other party was already close to the image of a fire-breathing dinosaur, wearing a kryptonite armor that would beat him and Lionel into the yellow sun.

"We're all ready," said Dick, his eyes serious. "This time we're going to get the Phantom Thief."

"Protect things." Connor looked at Atar, and paused. The latter had an inexplicable feeling that these last words were telling him, "Don't be stolen."

On the other end, Jason was looking at himself in the mirror and made a "tsk" sound.

He was wearing a pure white suit, a cloak of the same color with a few flowers pinned to the corners, a tall hat, and a round-frame single-sided glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was dressed in an unfamiliar way.

Jason put his hand in his pocket, and then took out a handful of playing cards and a piece of white paper. The white paper fell on the ground, and he bent down to pick it up.

It was the symbol of the Phantom Thief, a q-version villain dressed in the same way as him, but with a very flamboyant smile, with viciousness and imperativeness, Jason stared at it for a while with a serious expression.

Don't let others discover your true identity, Jason remembered this inexplicable sentence again, so he had to pretend that he was completely different from his original self.

He raised his head and looked at the mirror again, adjusted his smile in front of the mirror, trying to fit the image of the q-version villain.

Half a minute later, Jason kicked the third mirror blankly.

Grass, laughing so disgustingly, scared him