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Birdie tilted its head to look at this, then tilted its head to look at that, pecked at two flowers, tucked one into everyone's head.
Birds don't fall in love; falling in love hurts the brain.
No matter how intelligent a person is, once they fall in love, they become just like a child, crying and laughing uncontrollably; whether it is tears or smiles, they come from the heart and are impossible to restrain.
The flowers in Greenhouse No. 3 are indeed quite excellent, Timothy's private collection room is very interesting as well. Colt saw a Little Yellow Duck suitcase, a thick photo album, a collection of scandalous dirt on the Wayne family.
After lunch, Alfred was in the kitchen preparing snacks and cake, while Timmy was pulling Colt to decorate the hall.
Stephanie and Cassandra returned home one after another, the girls' laughter made the Manor Estate lively.
Stephanie circled Colt again and again, claiming that Ghost was just too much like a ghost, that Colt was forbidden from participating in any future Halloween "who is scarier" contests. Then, she found a clean white bedsheet, cut two holes in it, begged Colt to drape himself in the sheet and float through the air, waiting to pounce and scare him when Jason walked through the door.
"Did they have a fight?" Colt asked Timothy secretly.
"They argue every time they meet. This time, it should be because Jason mocked her, saying her Chinese is even harder to read than Robin Bird's." Timothy was standing on Colt's skateboard, hanging up string lights at a high position.
"We've been together at least fifteen hours every day lately. Subtracting sleep time, you have almost no private time. Why do you know everything that happens in the family inside and out?" Colt questioned once again.
"Understanding them is a long-term task; I've already formed a mature mind map. Analyzing their daily movements only takes the time it takes to drink a cup of coffee." Timothy was very proud of his behavior in infringing upon his family's privacy.
Hey, Timmy, what are you muttering about?" Stephanie shouted from below. "Oh, Colt, the cutest little Ghostie darling in the whole world, please, just this once, I'll buy you ice cream.
"I'm three days older than Timmy." Colt rejected the nickname Ghostie, the "cute" part as well.
"My cute little brother who's a year younger than me, get down here. When you get married, I'll be your bridesmaid," Stephanie beckoned.
Colt glanced at Timmy.
Timmy threw up his hands.
Sisters are usually harder to deal with than brothers because they don't accept refusal and won't stop until they achieve their goals.
Timothy suggested, "You can hesitate for one more minute, then Slade will drag Cassandra along, our wedding will have two bridesmaids."
What wedding? Did I propose to you, or did you propose to me?
Colt wrapped the string of colored lights he was holding around Timothy and dropped them in front of Stephanie.
He propped up the white bedsheet the other person was holding, adjusting its angle to test the arc of its fluttering hem, played Ghost's eerie and desolate sound effects, controlled the Wayne Manor lighting system to turn off all the fluorescent lights, leaving only a few dim green or red lights..
Stephanie's mouth hung open wider and wider, her arms wrapped around a pillar as she trembled, but her eyes were terrifyingly bright: "Timmy, what do I do? I love him so much!"
"That won't do." Timothy put down the fairy lights, pulled out his computer to control the holographic projection system, turned on a panoramic projection that transformed the interior of the magnificent Manor Estate into a vampire castle.
Who turned off the lights in the study.." Bruce stood upstairs leaning against the railing looking down, seeing the hall transformed into a haunted house, he raised an eyebrow. "I don't recall Halloween being here yet?
"Stephanie wants to scare Jason," Timothy betrayed his sister.
"I am the prop," Colt said, draped in a sheet that floated up, his voice ethereal and mournful, full of ghostly energy.
Bruce rubbed his chin and commented, "The crystal chandelier could be styled to look like dripping blood, with several bags of artificial blood underneath.."
"I'll go get it!" Stephanie rushed toward the Batcave.
Bruce placed a finger to his lips: "Shh, don't tell Jason that I was involved too."
..
This was originally a perfect plan; everyone in the house was an accomplice.
But the club activity was supposed to last until 4:00 PM, yet Damian actually went home early at 2:00 PM, he even brought his friend along. Damian, coming from the League of Assassins, was not afraid of ghosts and was not frightened by Ghost at all; the one who was frightened was Superman's little son.
Aaaah! There's a ghost!
Jonathan's scream was loud enough to shatter glass as he grabbed Damian and charged outward.
"Shut up! It's all fake!" Damian said through gritted teeth.
Jonathan trusted his own senses more: "It's a ghost! It's really a ghost! I could see it was a bedsheet! But there were only clothes under the sheet and no one there! I couldn't hear any breathing or a heartbeat! That's Ghost!"
That was indeed a ghost, the stupid Drake's boyfriend, the master of that Robin Bird!" Damian snorted coldly. "Get out!
Colt pulled down the sheet, turned off the sound effects, poked Timothy, who was reviewing the playback footage, asking, "He's scared the kid, what should I do?"
"The Demon Brat's face looks better when it's distorted than when it's normal," Timothy commented elegantly.
Stephanie walked over and joined the discussion, "Let's see, Little Jo is quite bold."
Quickly, a furry little head poked out from the doorway. A young boy carrying a backpack cupped his hands around his mouth and whispered, "Hi~ Ghost~ are you still there?"
Colt didn't know whether he should answer.
Damian walked in with a scowl, tilting his chin up. "TT, I have no interest in your childish games, but Jonathan wants to play. You'd better take it seriously and not let anyone spot any flaws at a glance."
Jonathan flew above Damian's head, raising his hands: "I can be a Ghost too!"
Stephanie cheered.
Soon, Ghost split into two, dry ice smoke flowed across the floor, eerie sound effects rang out once more, while Damian, who had claimed to have no interest in childish games, lay slumped on the sofa like a corpse.
As expected, the unexpected happened.
Dick suddenly burst in cheerfully, "Hi! I'm on vacation this afternoon! I'm.. back.."
Dick's voice grew smaller and smaller, his outstretched arms turned into him hugging himself. Dick lifted one leg, leaning back defensively. Like a startled bird, it took him a long while to cautiously shuffle forward, his voice trembling, "Bruce? Tim? Stephi.. I know you want to give me an unforgettable birthday surprise, come out, I've already received the surprise.."
Timothy was hiding in the shadows, happily taking photos, while Colt suspected he knew who was going to walk through the door next.
The lead planner, Stephanie, showed him no mercy just because it was Dick's birthday; she made a hand gesture, Ghost struck.
Colt drifted quickly behind Dick, covered by a bedsheet, using the vibration of microparticles in the air to create the illusion of being watched and targeted, stimulating one's spiritual perception and instilling a sense of crisis.
Dick whipped his head around, but he didn't see Colt.
He drew his baton and scanned the area vigilantly. His peripheral vision caught Ghost darting around the dripping chandelier, the next second, he saw Damian perched on the back of the sofa, causing him to scream at the top of his lungs.
No! Little D!
Timothy took a photo of Dick looking like a screaming chicken.
Although the bruises on Damian's face and the blood at the corner of his mouth were fake, his ability to hold his breath and heart rate steady when Dick walked in made him the absolute MVP of this session.
"Tsk, you've disappointed me, Grayson. With your dynamic vision, you should have been able to notice my finger twitching." Damian flipped up from his position; if he hadn't, his dear older brother would have grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up.
It's not even Halloween! No playing these kinds of games!" Dick roared. "Whose idea was this? Where is Bruce? Where is Alfred?
"Alfred is in the kitchen, wearing headphones and listening to music." Tim poked his head out from the shadows.
"Bruce is working in the study." Ghost drifted past Dick's eyes and vanished into the shadows where Tim was hiding.
It was my idea," Stephanie whispered, "I wanted to scare Jason.
"Happy birthday to Damian's older brother." The legs of the Krypton Ghost, wearing ripped jeans, drifted through the air, drifting back and forth.
Chapter 67
Dick grabbed Ghost by the ankle, pulled him down to ruffle his hair, then let him go.
Go ahead and play, have fun.
Dick found several communicators and handed one to each person, then pulled the curtains in the kitchen and dining room tight. He grabbed a duster Alfred used for cleaning dust and, after flipping himself up the stairs and jumping back down, he hung himself from the chandelier.
When will Jason arrive?
He's heading up the mountain, he'll be at the entrance soon.
Timothy indeed kept track of all his siblings' movements, so he intentionally refrained from giving a warning, wanting to scare Damian and Dick.
Colt took the endless tapping on the window last night seriously.
Jason went to pick up Barbara and arrived a little late. As a part-time mage, Jason's spiritual perception was higher than that of an ordinary person, he felt something was wrong before he even approached the door.
“Wait.”
Jason stopped Barbara from opening the door, making a hand gesture. He circled around to the window, unscrewed the unlocked pane, quietly climbed inside, nearly bumping heads with the medieval armor behind the curtains.
Inside the armor, Cassandra held her breath and focused, pushing her Assassin's Stealth to its absolute limit. She harbored no malice, let alone any killing intent; her presence was so suppressed that even Jason failed to notice anything unusual. Jason picked up the longsword used for decoration on the armor and silently circled around.
"All units, attention. The target has infiltrated. Ghost, move out. Everyone else, provide random interference," Stephanie commanded over the communication channel.
"Remember to capture Jason's sword." Colt reminded Timothy. He expanded his Spiritual Power net, restructuring the microparticles in the air to artificially warp the magnetic field and create an illusionary realm, causing the temperature in the room to drop.
Who turned off the air conditioning?
Is there too much dry ice?
F**K! Where did Jason get that sword?
In my hands.
No, I mean, that glowing sword.
Tsk, it's the Blade of Great Caste, a soul-slaying weapon capable of cutting down evil spirits. Drake, you'd better make sure Ghost stays away from that blade.
Thank you for your kindness, but Colt is not an evil spirit.
Timothy endured the discomfort and thanked Damian while changing positions to take photos.
Jason's attacks missed the target several times, so he finally pressed his spiritual sense alarm to observe his surroundings, then he laughed out of pure frustration.
"I see you! You evil blonde girl! Was this your idea?!" Jason transformed from a mage into Red Hood, drawing his gun and opening fire.
Rubber bullets don't kill, but they hurt a lot when they hit you.
After being hit, the lead designer shouted, "Everyone, attention! Red Hood is going berserk! Dodge!"
The Halloween game turned into Red Hood versus the Wayne family, then devolved into a chaotic brawl, as Damian drove the eager Jonathan off the battlefield.
Idiot, the Kryptonite they have combined could make a coffin for you. Do you really think you can just join in on the fun?
..
The chaos ceased when the chandelier cracked.
Jason mocked Dick for being old, saying that the acrobatic Robin had long since become the chubby Nightwing and should have some self-awareness regarding his weight, instead of constantly hanging from the chandeliers.
Dick insisted on dragging Jason to weigh himself.
There is indeed an overweight bird in the house, but it is definitely not Nightwing!
"Alert! Alert! Alfred is coming out of the kitchen!" the lead producer screamed in a low voice over the channel.