Chapter 580: The Memory of the Dead Suddenly Attacks Me (Part 1)

The night rain in Gotham always brings a chill that penetrates the bone marrow. In the midst of the wind and rain, the colorful neon lights are like the flowing eyes of this city.

The figure of a man in a windbreaker hurriedly crossed the sidewalk, and the horns rang one after another, but the man quickly disappeared at the other end of the street.

The traffic lights changed, and the tires of the car ran over the puddles. The splashing water mist fell on the edge of the stone slabs on the street and was illuminated by the lights of the convenience store into warm colors.

The leather shoes stepped on the puddles on the steps, leaving only a small gap for the lights reflected on the water surface. The man in the windbreaker walked quickly up the stairs of the Gotham Grand Theater. After entering the interior, there was no receptionist here, and the lights were dark.

But he still turned left and entered the ticket sales channel, and then came all the way to the auditorium, where several figures were already waiting.

Victor, who came in a hurry, took off his hat and shook off the rain on it. He walked to Schiller and sat down, saying to him: "Sorry, it's a little late. I have to clean up my laboratory..."

"It doesn't matter. The movie hasn't started yet." Schiller took the umbrella next to him to the other side. Victor saw the water drops hanging on the umbrella and knew that he had just arrived not long ago.

The two people sitting in the front row of Schiller were Evans and Cobert. The two of them were whispering. It seemed that Cobert was telling Evans about Bruce and Lex being caught in a fight before. Evans frowned and pouted.

Sitting diagonally in front of Evans and Cobert was the clown Jack, but he had fallen asleep and was sleeping soundly. At this time, snot bubbles had already appeared.

And in the seat far away from these people in the corner, there was a strange man sitting. Victor couldn't see his face clearly, but he always felt that he looked familiar.

Suddenly, the shadow moved. In the short moment that Victor could not see clearly, he flashed to another row of seats and suddenly disappeared.

Victor was not even sure if he really saw him, but Schiller answered his doubts. He said, "Today's movie has many actors and actresses. It may be very exciting. I can't take care of all the scenes, so I asked a projectionist."

Victor looked at Schiller. He saw that Schiller tilted his head to look at the seat next to him. There was no one there, but Schiller seemed to see something. He said, "Morpheus, can you help us show the movie?"

In Schiller's field of vision, the pale man in a black robe sitting next to him turned his head slightly and glanced at Schiller. There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and he seemed to disagree with Schiller calling him a movie projectionist.

"I promise, this will be your last movie before going to bed. After we finish watching it, you can sleep well. My friend and I will personally say good night to you." Schiller smiled and said.

Morpheus turned his head back and looked at the stage of the theater. Suddenly, the wooden stage and curtains there disappeared and turned into an endless galaxy. The whole theater seemed to have a big hole opened, and the place from the first row of seats forward became a black hole.

The stars kept flowing, forming a vortex of flickering light in the deep space, and the lights on the ceiling of the theater went out one by one.

This deep darkness did not last too long. Suddenly, the ground in front of the seats began to extend forward, but the old tiles turned into wooden floors.

Then, a room was built bit by bit, seamlessly connected with the auditorium of the entire theater, and even the part where the wooden floor and tiles intersected could be seen.

At this time, the auditorium of the theater was dark, and the room was the same. Suddenly, with a "pop", the light bulb at the top of the room lit up.

The light also shone into the auditorium, and the seats in the first few rows were illuminated, but the position of the few people watching the movie was still very dim, but this increased the sense of immersion.

When the light in the room shone on their faces, they all squinted their eyes, just like the audience who looked back from the front row at the beginning of the movie.

After the light bulbs were turned on, the scene in the room was clearly visible. It was a not very spacious room with a desk in the middle. What was very conspicuous was that there was a huge poster hanging on the side wall, which looked like it was hand-painted, with a few words written on it: "Welcome to the new students".

"Da, da, da.", footsteps came from outside the room, and a figure walked into the room and stood in front of the desk.

The man behind the desk looked up. He was wearing a doctor's uniform and glasses, but the difference was that he was bald and had a beard. Victor was very familiar with his face. It was Hugo Strange.

Victor squinted his eyes in confusion. He didn't understand why it was such an opening, but Schiller showed an interested smile.

Hugo looked up and saw Bruce's face. He also smiled gently and said, "Bruce Wayne, welcome to report. Please sit down and fill in your personal information."

"Thank you." Bruce in the room sat down and began to fill in the information in the form, but he stopped after filling in two lines and said, "Why are there so many things to write? I don't want to fill it out anymore."

As he said that, he threw the pen on the table. Hugo's face stiffened for a moment, but soon, he smiled again and said, "Okay, if you don't want to go through the procedures, your dormitory location is 201, Building 2, Men's Dormitory. Take the key and start your college life."

Bruce said nothing, grabbed the key, turned around and left. After he left, Hugo, who was sitting behind the desk, smiled easily. He said, "I thought that Schiller and Batman had such a thrilling story when they met. Isn't this just an accidental encounter in school?"

"It seems that Schiller was an ordinary registration reception teacher at the time. In this case, how could Batman be wary of him?"

"What's going on?" Victor, who was sitting in the audience, turned his head to look at Schiller. At the same time, Cobert and Evans in the front row also pricked up their ears to listen to Schiller's explanation.

"If you just let Hugo rush into Batman's dream and let them fight, wouldn't it become a fist fight? What's the point of that?"

"So, what did you do?" Victor asked.

Schiller lowered his eyelids. When the light in the room shone on his face, it could not illuminate the shadow under his brow. The eyes that were always in the shadow were gray and misty all year round.

"Hugo did not enter Batman's conscious mind, but the subconscious mind that stored his memories. Of course, I have no way to send Hugo into his subconscious mind by bypassing Batman's conscious mind, but I can borrow the way."

"I entered the dreamland under the consciousness from my subconscious mind, came to Batman's dreamland, and then went up from the dreamland. In this way, I can directly reach Batman's subconscious mind from the bottom."

"Thanks to our projectionist." Schiller turned his head and looked at Morpheus, saying, "Thanks for letting me borrow the way. Of course, this is not smuggling. I have informed Batman in advance that there will be a Exams are coming up."

"Of course, I have to thank a friend, Mr. Jack who is sleeping soundly now." Schiller looked at Jack who was sitting in the front row again, and said, "In order to prevent the conscious Batman from finding out that someone is messing with his memory, comedian Jack is working tirelessly to perform for Batman in his conscious dream."

"But maybe he is also enjoying it, just look at his expression."

Victor followed Schiller's words and looked at Jack in the front row. Because their positions were not directly in front and behind, he could see from the side that Jack, who was sleeping soundly, was smiling sweetly and seemed to be having a lot of fun.

"In addition, this friend named Hugo Strange once told me that he also wanted to play a role like me, so I gave him this opportunity."

"In my subconscious, I found all the memories of Batman about me. Hugo invaded this memory. In this memory, he replaced my existence and became Batman's teacher."

Victor shook his head and did not continue to speak. I don't know who he was mourning for. Schiller continued to explain: "Bruce in the memory did not know that this was an exam, so he would only act according to the logic of his original personality. I did not control or influence him, so Hugo met the purest Batman without any external interference."

"Then he might be unlucky." Victor concluded, but Schiller turned his head to look at Victor and said, "You seem to have some special understanding of Batman..."

"He is a very complicated person. Excuse me, you two are very similar. From my understanding of you, I can guess what kind of person he is."

Schiller smiled, did not speak, turned back, and continued to look at the scene on the stage.

At this time, the scene in the room was gradually withdrawn, and everything was swallowed up by the dark deep space again. The starlight gathered again to form a vortex. This time, the cold and damp stone slabs fell one by one, the wall bricks were built, and the shadow of the building was looming in the distance.

The sound of rain appeared in the originally quiet room, and a drizzle fell on the stage. Everyone present felt the dampness coming in their faces and the smell of chemicals hidden in the rain that was unique to Gotham.

Cobblepot sniffed. He was very familiar with this smell. As a native of Gotham, he had run around in such rainy nights countless times. It was damp, cold, and pungent, but there was nowhere to hide.

In the alley, Hugo, who had just entered this memory scene, seemed a little confused. He didn't understand why he came to the rainy night of Gotham like this.

Soon, two sharp "whoosh" sounds of breaking through the air came, and Hugo didn't react at all. He didn't have spider sense or an umbrella, so he was unable to resist when the two bat marks attacked.

The pitch-black and sharp dart stopped 30 centimeters away from him, and Batman in a bat costume appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"Batman?" Hugo narrowed his eyes, but the Batman opposite was stunned. He remembered that his name should not have been spread yet. How did his university teacher who suddenly appeared in the rainy night of Gotham know about it?

"Put the dart away, Batman, we should talk." Hugo frowned, but Batman was unmoved. He said, "You shouldn't be here, Professor Strange."

"Are you related to the recent missing persons case in Mossen Street?" Batman asked.

"No." Hugo denied it immediately, but the batarang hovering in the air kept approaching. Hugo hesitated for a moment and took a step back slightly. After all, the cold light reflected by the sharp edge of the dart was not fake. If he got closer, his neck would be cut.

"Batman, no, it's Bruce, Bruce Wayne... I know your true identity. You are a student at Gotham University. Therefore, I should ask you this question. Why are you here?"

Hugo wanted to regain some initiative, so he pointed out Batman's identity, because Batman was a student and he was a teacher. He thought that in this case, he could use this to create some psychological pressure.

But Batman remained unmoved. The bat darts hovering in the air continued to approach until Hugo was forced against the wall of the alley. The two bat darts moved closer and closer until they were against Hugo's Adam's apple.

"Do you want to kill your teacher?!" Hugo's Adam's apple trembled up and down, and he asked, "Are you crazy, Batman!"

"Tell me, are you related to the missing persons case in the Mawson block?" Batman walked to Hugo step by step, so close that Hugo could see the raindrops falling on his cloak, leaving tiny water droplets.

He felt a terrifying atmosphere spreading, and suddenly, with a "sizzle", one of the darts rotated and cut Hugo's skin, blood spurted out, Hugo instinctively covered his neck and dodged to the side, but what greeted him was Batman's fist.

First a punch on the side of the cheek, followed by a knee strike, Hugo was knocked to the ground without any chance to fight back, and fell into the cold puddle of Gotham. He heard Batman coldly ask: "Tell me, are you related to the missing persons case in the Mossen block."

"If you don't want to talk, I will find a way to make you talk."

"Are you crazy?! Bruce!!! You want to kill your university teacher?!... No, it shouldn't be like this, Schiller... Impossible..."

Batman just repeated the sentence without emotion, and Hugo didn't answer, so he continued to beat Hugo violently.

Hugo was beaten dizzy, and the blood from his nose first flowed into his mouth and then dripped into the puddle, staining it red. He curled up on the ground and heard Batman say:

"Hugo Strange, I have investigated all your information. A year ago, you were expelled for illegal experiments and then wanted, but you took dishonorable means to escape the crime. After that, you entered another laboratory. Half a year ago, you were expelled again for another illegal experiment."

"During the experiment, you showed violent and sadistic tendencies, especially for illegal human experiments. You have a strong interest in illegal human experiments. Among the subjects of your last experimental project, 11 samples are similar to the population type of the missing people in the Mawson Street District..."

"Wait a minute!" Victor in the audience suddenly asked: "If this is Bruce's memory fragment, how did he know this information? At this time, he should not know Yu "I added it to his memory, but what I told him was the truth. Hugo was expelled for illegal human experiments. This matter is well known in the industry, and Batman at this time is also capable of finding it. " "I think this is not unfair..." Schiller twitched his fingers and said, "After all, my previous resume..." Schiller shook his head and didn't continue talking. After Victor thought of this, he looked at Schiller curiously and asked, "Then how did you avoid falling into this situation?" Schiller shook his head again and didn't intend to answer this question, but seeing Victor's curious eyes, Schiller only said, "I'm just an ordinary person." Schiller continued to look at the stage. Hugo, who fell there, was already unconscious. With the sound of the night rain getting louder and louder, the scene collapsed again and returned to the endless deep space. The stars flowed, and when it appeared again, the scene was a little familiar. It was still the alley, but this time, the rain had just stopped, and the cold wind passed through the street, making a whimpering cry. "Bang!!!"

The amplified sound scared Evans, and he hid in his seat for a while, but just like watching a horror movie, he was scared and stared at the stage intently, wanting to see what made the sound.

At the base of a tall building, a hand stretched out from an inconspicuous trash can. The pattern on the glove made Cobert look familiar. Sure enough, it was Batman who crawled out of the trash can.

He kept coughing and rubbing his eyes. Cobert saw some white powder on his mask. He was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly: "The favorite trick of those low-level gangsters is to throw lime into other people's eyes when they can't beat them..."

Evans took a breath and said, "That must be very uncomfortable. My eyelashes got into my eyes and I felt uncomfortable for a long time."

Batman covered his eyes with one hand and held his waist with the other hand. He limped out of the alley.

On the way, he saw a beggar, so he walked over to talk to the beggar. Hugo, who appeared on the balcony on the second floor, was still immersed in the anger and fear of being beaten by Batman before.

He kept saying in his mouth: "No... Could it be that Schiller also... That's right, facing such a person, how could he not suffer? It's not that easy to control Batman. It seems that I am too aggressive..."

"I shouldn't have a conflict with him so quickly. It seems that I still need to observe before taking action..."

So, he stood on the side of the balcony on the second floor and observed the conversation between Batman and the beggar. He heard Batman say something to the beggar, such as you are safe, but that was not the focus of Hugo's attention at all. He just wanted to find out what Batman's weakness was.

Batman talked to the beggar for a few words, left some money, and then left. After he left, Hugo walked up to the beggar. He just wanted to know what was so special about this beggar and whether he could find Batman's flaws from the conversation between Batman and the beggar.

But just as he jumped down from the second floor and came to the beggar, the sound of "swooshing" broke through the air again, and two bat darts attacked again, and Batman, who had already left, turned back.

And what appeared in Hugo's vision was Batman's sandbag-sized fist.

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