Run, blood, scream, cry, death!

One after another, the living compatriots were thrown to the ground by the pursuers who came up from behind, and the terrified cries were immediately interrupted by sharp teeth, and the sound of the throat or body being torn apart, and the sound of blood spraying on the walls and floors, and the painful moans before death, made the people who continued to run for their lives desperate. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The futile struggle had no effect at all, and a cold bone claw suddenly grabbed the ankle and pulled it hard.

"No !!"

In the frightened shout, the young man sat up from the bed suddenly, as if he was wet by the rain, and the inertial force brought by the rise drove the large sandalwood bed that was quite thick and sturdy under him, and knocked the wooden cabinet more than ten centimeters away to the ground, and all kinds of brand-new clothes, shoes and socks, belts, sunglasses and other things placed in the cabinet rolled to the ground.

The sound of the bedboard slamming on the ground was heard far down the empty hallway through the open door.

It was only two minutes of work, and a series of hurried footsteps came, and a middle-aged man in a white coat, who looked like a doctor, and gray-haired man, surrounded by several big men, pushed open the door and walked in with a group of nurses with clean sheets and bedding.

"Dick, is that nightmare again? Dick? Dick? Grayson! ”

It was almost at the volume of shouting that the young man with a dull face came back from his daze, turned his head stiffly to look at the doctor standing nearby, his lips trembled for a while, and after all, he still did not speak or make any indication.

However, these reactions are enough for the doctor to make a judgment.

"Potion No. 3 will be increased by forty percent, the amount of potion No. 7 will be halved, and Potion No. 10 will not be used again in the future." After opening the young man's eyes for a while, and gently pinching his arm a few times, the middle-aged man dressed as a doctor stood up and casually gave instructions while motioning to several nurses to change the bedding and sheets.

During the whole process, the young man remained motionless, like a puppet.

Seeing the nurses tidy up everything, the middle-aged man sighed deeply, patted the young man's arm exposed outside the futon with a sad face, and after settling down as if to stabilize his mood, he stood up and walked to the door to pause: "I hope you get better as soon as possible, we all need you very much, time is running out." ”

After saying this, the middle-aged man strode away with people and gradually walked away.

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A week later, in the same room.

Standing in front of the bathroom bust mirror in a daze, the young man who regained his senses frowned tightly, looking at the angular handsome face in the mirror, the white young face with a well-proportioned body and strong muscles, completely worthy of a perfect body, an indescribable sense of entanglement, or constantly erupting in his heart, but he couldn't find an outlet for catharsis.

"This shouldn't be my face!" The young man's heart was inexplicably sad and indignant.

Even Dick? The name Gleison was also very clear to the young man, and he was absolutely sure that it must not refer to himself, but except for the nightmare that would be repeated every day, and the content would not change at all every time, he actually had not the slightest memory of his past, and he did not know what he should be like, nor did he know what his name should be.

As an adult, I have cognition and logic, but I don't have any memory.

It seems that he has no past from the beginning, like a USB flash drive that has just been used out of the factory, and the memories after the first awakening can be stored and played back normally, but then there is a desert, not to mention specific memories, not even any slight associations.

That nightmare must have portended something! The young man thought silently.

Knock knock -

"Mr. Grayson, Butler Alfred has been waiting for you for a long time." The voice of the servant was accompanied by a knock at the door.

"Right away!" Ti Sheng responded, the young man quickly picked up the water and washed his face, and after wiping a few times with a towel, he quickly put on the shirt and suit that was pre-stacked in the wardrobe, and opened the door in a panic.

Outside the door was a burly white man, in his mid-thirties, dressed in a tight and straight black suit.

"Uh... Mr. Grayson, your... Ahem..."The servant looked the young man up and down, and gave a vague look but did not get the young man's due response, so he could only raise his finger and point to the vertical full-length mirror in the room.

The young man turned his head suspiciously, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

There were several water stains on the spotless shirt, the collar of the expensive and neat suit was turned inward, the lower edge of the suit was wrinkled in several places, the tie hung loosely around the neck, and under his slightly rickety standing posture, the person in the mirror seemed to be a beggar who had just been pulled from the side of the road and wanted to perform a small man with poor acting skills.

After another five minutes of delay, the young man finally managed to clean himself up with the help of the burly waiter.

Walking with the waiter in the spacious and bright castle, the young man who had been confined for a long time couldn't help but turn his head to look around, the stone walls and mud bricks carved with fine lines, and the various shapes but obviously expensive and extraordinary decorative lamps did not calm his heart, but as he went deeper into the castle, he became more and more uneasy.

"Everything here, I seem to have seen before." The young man muttered to himself.

Strong men in battle uniforms, burly and resolute faces, holding all kinds of long and short weapons, could be seen everywhere in the castle, and each of them was expressionless and fast, as if a hard battle was about to be fought, which made the already confused young man even more frightened.

Before you know it, the waiter and the young man have entered the superstructure of the castle.

"Sir, please..." Pointing to the wooden door in front of him, the burly waiter bowed sideways, signaling that the young man had arrived at his destination, smiled and nodded and left quickly, leaving quickly along the way he came, but he couldn't hear footsteps for more than ten seconds.

Standing at the end of the silent hallway, silently across the wooden door.

Is it because the sound insulation is too good? Or is there something terrible on that side? How did it become so quiet all of a sudden? Could so many people in the castle die? Maybe I should go back to that room that belongs to me?

The young man began to think crankily for no reason.

But just standing like this is not a solution, after hesitating for a long time, the young man finally made up his mind, swallowed a few saliva, the young man trembled and stretched out his hand, and easily pushed open the door in front of him with a slight force.

Nothing imaginary exists, it's just an ordinary living room.

The spacious hall of about 80 square meters, with oil paintings and decorations hanging on the four walls, a thick animal fur carpet on the wooden floor, several comfortable single sofas in the center of the room, a man and a woman are holding coffee, smiling and chatting softly, nodding their heads while talking.

The young man was very familiar with the waiter's butler Alfred, the middle-aged man he saw when he woke up on the first day.

The woman was no more than twenty-five years old, with a good face and a first-class figure, wearing a loose professional shirt on the upper body, a knee-length skirt on the bottom, short shoulder-length hair in light brown, holding a hard-shell notebook in her left hand and a white pen in her right hand, writing something in the notebook every few seconds.

"What a stunner!" The young man exclaimed in his heart.

As if the conversation was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, the two turned their heads to look at the young man.

"Ah, you're here." Alfred glanced at the standing wall clock by the door, and did not say anything about the delay for so long, but stood up with a smile, walked up to the young man kindly, patted him on the shoulder like a kind elder, and led it to the woman who also stood up: "This is..."

"Dick? Grayson, the hero of Gotham City! ”

The woman was the first to laugh and grab the young man's hand, and then she turned her head as if she had thought of something, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Alfred, for interrupting you." I must have been too nervous to meet the legendary Robin for the first time. ”

Alfred smiled at the woman's apology and said he didn't care.

Although he admired the beauty of the woman in front of him very much, when the beautiful woman in front of him held his hand, the body temperature transmitted by the slightly cold little hand, and the faint smell of perfume on the other party's body, still made the young man feel cramped and uneasy, and he didn't hold back a word for a while.

Such a reaction is obviously very impolite and unorthodox.

"I'm sorry, Miss Quinn." Alfred patted the young man on the shoulder, and explained with understanding and regret: "Because of the poison released by the scarecrow, Mr. Grayson was once dying, and now he is still recovering, and he seems to have forgotten his former self. ”

"Ah, what a great sacrifice." The woman's happy expression faded away, and she responded rather sadly.

"That's right, because of Mr. Grayson's bravery, the scarecrow has already received the fate it deserves, and was electrocuted by the Gotham police a month ago, and I'm sure you also learned about it through the news."

Alfred nodded, and continued in his steady voice:

"This is also the reason why you are invited to come here today, through this more than month of treatment, Mr. Grayson's body has basically recovered, but his memory has not improved, and you are an expert in psychology and memory, so ......"

"No problem, Mr. Butler." The woman immediately nodded: "It is my honor to serve the hero." ”

"Thank you." Alfred thanked: "What equipment or venue do you need, or..."

"It's good to be here, Mr. Butler." The woman took a deep breath and motioned for the young man to sit down, and a professional smile resurfaced on her beautiful countenance: "Then, Mr. Grayson, let's start with introducing ourselves. ”

Looking at Alfred, the young man cowered and leaned back on the couch and nodded.

"Mr. Butler has introduced you just now, so now it's my turn." The woman tugged at the end of her hair and kept the notebook in her hand in place: "My name is Harley?" Quinn, whose age is confidential, is currently working in the Department of Psychological Diagnosis at Gotham No. 1 Hospital, and has been engaged in psychological treatment for three years, you ......"

Halle? Quinn? Female clown? How can it be!

The young man's heart throbbed, an indescribable panic, accompanied by a sudden dizziness, which made his brain suddenly foggy, and a faint and difficult to grasp memory fragment suddenly appeared in his mind out of thin air, making his whole body forget the passage of time.

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