Chapter 449: Dazzling Finale (Part 2)

Batman lost control.

Perhaps it was because, in a sense, he just believed that he had really killed someone, or perhaps it was because the answer he gave himself in his heart to Schiller's question contained something he wanted to escape from.

Or perhaps, the forced stop in the process of controlling the black tide stimulated his spirit even more, so that he could not control himself.

But in short, Batman and the black tide outside the mayor's mansion were completely out of control.

Clark, lying on the ground, had closed his eyes. Schiller's question also stimulated him greatly. His mind was in a mess, and perhaps he also hid the emotion of escape, unwilling to watch the scene of limbs flying.

But at this moment, the black tide that was about to destroy the manor was suddenly blocked outside, and a light curtain descended, and the black tide was condensed again.

A figure appeared next to the railing of the second-floor patio. It was Schiller in a black suit.

What was strange was that he was holding a paintbrush in his hand, and it looked like he had just finished work. He threw the paintbrush aside, clapped his hands and said, "The test of this room is almost done, we..."

When Schiller just said this, a black shadow suddenly jumped down from the patio on the second floor. Originally, he was crowded with the group of crying people, but at this time, the figure rolled swiftly, bypassed the clown Jack, and came to Clark's side.

With a knife in his hand, the rope on Clark's body was cut open. The man grabbed the kryptonite on his chest and threw it out. With a "clang", when the kryptonite fell to the ground, Schiller, who was standing on the patio on the second floor, narrowed his eyes.

"Merkel." Schiller said in a low voice, he looked at the person next to Clark, that was his former housekeeper Merkel.

The untied Superman flew up directly, but Merkel coughed twice weakly. The contact with kryptonite seemed to have caused some damage to him. He looked at Schiller and said, "Sorry, sir, I don't know what happened, but I think I have to save him. He is a good man."

"Did you move the bottle of wine I put on the bookshelf?"

Although Schiller said it as a question, his tone was very certain. There would be no other possibility except that Merkel was pulled into the dream after contacting the crazy wine.

"It seems that you finally remembered your mission when I was not at the manor."

Schiller lowered his eyes and looked not angry, but Merkel's expression gradually turned cold. He said in a somewhat cold tone: "When did you find out?"

"Are you referring to the fact that you are a Soviet spy? That may be earlier than you think."

Schiller sighed and said: "You handed some food to the newsboy every day and took the newspaper from his hand. Didn't you find that it was actually a way to pass on intelligence?"

"After the "Kid King" of Gotham was killed, one of my colleague's students took over his power and unified all the newsboys, cigarette boys and vendors in Gotham. There would be no better spies than these children."

"So, you found out when I just came to work at your manor?"

"Earlier than that, when you got off the train at Gotham Railway Station, the cigarette boy had already found out that something was wrong with you..."

While the two of them were chatting, Clark's body flying in the air began to tremble gradually. Schiller looked up and saw that Clark's body began to emit light.

Schiller frowned. Obviously, this situation was beyond his expectations, but what shocked him even more was yet to come.

Clark opened his arms, and a brilliant light emanated from his body. Then, he flew into the sky.

Whether it was the light curtain that Schiller had just laid, or the seemingly endless blizzard that had been surrounding the manor, they were all dispersed by the flying Clark.

The fierce cold wind and the almost impenetrable blizzard suddenly condensed. In an instant, a hole was opened above the gloomy sky, and a beam of extremely bright light shone from top to bottom on Clark.

"Wait..." Schiller frowned, as if he felt something was wrong. He immediately said, "Pull out immediately and get them out!"

But it was too late. When Clark punched a hole in the light curtain, the black tide controlled by Batman also took advantage of the opportunity to enter and smashed the light curtain from the weak point. The huge black waves instantly destroyed the manor's buildings.

The expected scene of swallowing everything did not appear. A sun rose from the ground and turned into a halo, protecting everyone present. Clark fell from the sun's light, with a blazing glow in his eyes.

At this time, Batman also emerged from the black tide, surrounded by endless black waves, and the deepest darkness in the world burst out from his eyes.

The two forces stopped for a moment, then moved at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and then collided fiercely.

The moment light and darkness collided, everything was shattered.

Not only the manor of the mayor's mansion, and all the furniture and walls in the manor, but also the shadows of distant buildings, invisible walls farther away, and then a room in the entire palace of thought.

The view zoomed out, and at the top of a high tower, a small light suddenly flashed at the tail of a giant snake hovering on the top of the tower.

The giant snake moved its head, opened its eyes from sleepiness, and looked at its tail with a confused look.

Then in an instant, the snake's eyes were blinded.

The small light spot burst into a fierce light in an instant, like the sun setting on the top of the high tower.

Before Jörmungandr could react at all, he was blown away by a mushroom cloud like a bullet.

The dream space is always extremely quiet, but this time, an indescribable loud noise erupted from the top of the tower. In addition to blowing away the two rooms that Jörmungandr and he had just built, the original twenty-plus floors on the top of the high tower were also directly turned into powder.

When the light ring accompanied by the mushroom cloud spread out, everything calmed down, leaving only the high tower that suddenly became shorter, standing quietly in a white space.

Bruce sat up in shock from the bed. He closed his eyes again in confusion. When he opened them again, he saw a slightly unfamiliar guest room in front of him, but it was certain that this was indeed the interior of the mayor's mansion.

He touched his forehead and felt a little groggy. His eyes could not open and his nose was a little blocked. But when he stood up from the bed, he suddenly found that the room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

He saw that there was a small table next to his bed, with a wine glass on it, but there was no wine bottle. There was no wine left in the glass. Bruce frowned and walked over, picked up the wine glass, and squinted his eyes.

If it was really a dream, then when did he dream?

To confirm this, we must know what the current situation in the manor is.

He opened the door and found that he was in a guest room on the second floor. When he looked into the corridor, he found that there were traces of fighting in the corridor. Bruce recalled that it was the place where they had a conflict with the agents before.

In other words, he was dragged into the dream when he was about to take a break to recover his strength after fighting with the agents.

Bruce looked down at the wine glass in his hand again, thinking, and at this moment, he heard a sound from the end of the corridor, and he hurriedly closed the door.

If he fell into the dream after fighting with the agents, the group of agents were just escaped by them, but not defeated by them, and they may be searching for them in the whole manor now.

When the door was knocked, Bruce was sure that it was not the agents who came, because the agents did not knock at all.

Sure enough, Clark was standing outside the door. He covered his head, his hair was a little messy, and his eyes were half-closed, looking a little sleepy and confused.

"Oh, it's you. Just now, I heard some noise next door, so I wanted to come over. I don't know why, I fainted next door, and I had a very strange dream..."

Bruce frowned, he let Clark into the room, and soon, Lex came over, he and Bruce looked at each other, it seemed that they understood what the other was confused about.

"Let's start from the beginning." Lex sat down and knocked on the table, then said: "There is no doubt that Professor Schiller used some method to pull us into a strange dream."

"The first question is, what is the order in which we entered the dream?"

"You should be the first one to enter the dream." Bruce said to Lex: "Remember what happened in our memory after defeating the agent in the dream?"

"A group of agents rushed into my room and knocked me out, and then you saved me." Lex frowned and said: "Now it seems that the one who knocked me out may not be an agent."

"According to common sense, you are also the easiest one to deal with. He doesn't even need to use any special means, just use that umbrella to hit you."

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Clark covered his forehead and said: "I know, we seem to have had a very similar dream, but what does it have to do with that professor? What are we speculating now?"

Bruce and Lex ignored Clark completely. The two of them talked back and forth and soon speculated the truth of the matter.

For some reason, after Bruce, Clark and Selina had a conflict with the agents, Schiller approached Lex, Bruce and Clark respectively, and then dragged them into the dream by some means.

As for what the certain means were, Bruce and Lex focused their eyes on the water glass in Bruce's hand.

"This is very abnormal. I think there is no normal wine in the world that can leave no trace on the glass after drinking, unless it is not wine at all, but some kind of medicine." Lex continued.

"No, it is wine, but a kind of wine with special functions." Obviously, Bruce thought of the way Schiller knocked down Constantine.

"Then the only question is..." Lex stared at the wine glass and asked:

"Why did the professor do this?"

Bruce looked at the wine glass silently, and then said: "If I'm not mistaken, he may think we disturbed his sleep."

Lex and Clark's expressions froze, and they suddenly had an invisible tacit understanding. At this moment, they silently moved their chairs back a little, as if thinking of Bruce away.

Clark swallowed his saliva, and then said:

"I think they are right..."

Lex fluently continued:

"Gotham people are all crazy."

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