Chapter 1938 U Transcendence Event (Twenty-Nine)

On the stage with brilliant lights, Molecule Man Owen finally had room to perform. He waved the microphone and cheered passionately. Several rays of light suddenly lit up on the seats, indicating that this time, enough spectators had finally entered the spectator hall.

Under the light, the expressions of the spectators were different.

Standing at the edge was an extremely burly figure. He was wearing a silver-white tights with a bright red "S" on his chest. His expression was slightly gloomy and indifferent, but that face was the familiar Clark Kent.

Lord Superman, a Superman who truly ruled the earth with tyranny and hegemony, came from Earth 50 and had established a complete and extremely centralized system led by the Superman Lord on his Earth.

In the second beam of light, a figure wearing a red suit, a green tie, and sitting on a chair with his legs crossed stared at Owen who was wandering around on the stage with a little impatience, his eyes deeply sunk into the eye sockets painted with blue oil paint, and his eyes were dim and unclear.

Arthur the Joker, from "Joker", is a comedian who has gone through many hardships. He is thin, old, and neurotic. This is a very different clown.

In the third beam of light stood the young Bruce Wayne, who had the same blue eyes as all Batman, but when he saw Schiller's figure on the huge screen in front, his eyes paused slightly.

Batman, from a universe where Batman's greatest role is to stand guard on the roof as a tourist attraction, and it was during the process of standing guard that he came here. This is also a very different Batman.

The figure that appeared in the fourth beam of light was wearing a red and blue uniform, and the spider pattern on his chest was more clear under the light.

Spider-Man, from an unknown universe but all universes are similar anyway, he was confused at this time, acting as if he was not the one who took the initiative to watch, but was suddenly caught by someone, and he didn't understand where the tense atmosphere came from when the other people looked at each other.

The figure in the fifth beam of light was wearing a windbreaker, and the cigarette in his hand was emitting curls of smoke. He kept coughing, as if he wanted to cough out his few internal organs.

Constantine, still from an unknown universe, but all universes were similar. It was not that he didn't know how to read the atmosphere, but he was too lazy to care about what these crazy Americans were thinking. He was wandering in the sky and just smoking.

The smoke attracted the attention of two people. Lord Superman looked at him with cold eyes, but the clown Arthur seemed to be very interested in the cigarette in his hand. His tongue moved in his mouth and swallowed a little saliva.

"Ahem!" The host Owen coughed twice, waved his hands and shouted: "Listen to me, listen to me, well, first of all, congratulations to everyone for triggering the hidden spectator mechanism!"

"As long as there are 5 people who watch a game at the same time, you can enter the special spectator hall to communicate with other spectators, and you are the first spectators to come here."

"Wow, great!" Spider-Man shouted very enthusiastically.

The other four people were as quiet as death.

Spider-Man also murmured and fell silent. Owen coughed awkwardly and said, "You are still lucky. Don't you plan to applaud yourself?"

Still no movement.

Owen was about to continue speaking, but Lord Superman threw out a sentence with a loud voice: "Speak to the point, otherwise your brain will turn to ashes in three seconds."

"No, no, no, no!" Owen shouted a series of "no", slightly retreated and said, "I know you have burned many people's brains, but you have to leave mine to me. I still have to host."

"Take back the heat rays in your eyes!" Owen screamed.

"Clark." Bruce said.

Lord Superman suddenly turned his head to look at Bruce, and when he saw his young face, he was dazed for a moment.

Owen took the opportunity to read out the rules: "You all should know that you need a few points to enter the spectator's rules, right? In fact, the purpose is to allow you to have enough money to gamble."

"In the spectator mode, when I suggest that you can place a bet, you can use the points in your hand to bet on the performance of the duelists in the game, or the outcome of certain links."

"For fairness, the camera angle of the spectator will be 360 ​​degrees without any obstruction, and there will be absolutely no concealment. The spectators can communicate with each other, but they cannot interfere with other people's bets. I am talking about physical interference. Heat rays, beatings, etc. are absolutely not allowed."

Lord Superman remained silent, as if he didn't hear it, but the expression on his face was obviously "Although you said so, I will still burn the brain of a lucky person depending on the situation."

Owen lowered his arms helplessly and said, "You can't fight here, otherwise you can try it, you can't hurt anyone."

"Go on." Bruce said.

"Well, since you are the first guests here, I can give you a privilege." Owen snapped his fingers and said, "You will not lose points even if you don't win your first bet. How about that? Isn't it great? Just bet boldly."

"Wait." Spider-Man suddenly raised an arm and asked, "How are the odds calculated? How do I cash out?"

"The odds will be announced when the betting opportunity is announced. Of course, the cashing out will be done on the spot, but be careful. The points can be deducted to negative points. If you don't make up for it within three days, you will be in trouble."

"Another black dealer." Constantine held a cigarette in his mouth and said in a hoarse and unclear voice: "When we find that we are in debt, you will kindly provide us with usury, huh..."

"It's up to you." Owen shrugged and said, "As long as you can resist not to do it."

"Let's take a look at the game scene." Owen stepped aside a few steps, but even if he didn't do this, he looked very small in front of the huge screen.

I don't know what technology is used, this screen has a three-dimensional feeling. The camera stopped in front of the bus stop, and the first Batman who came out seemed to be really walking into the screening room.

"Batman..." Lord Superman narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then the second Batman.

Lord Superman opened his eyes slightly again.

Then came Natasha and Schiller.

Bruce noticed that Schiller was not wearing glasses, and he sighed, not knowing who he was mourning for.

Spider-Man made a slightly puzzled sound, but soon fell silent.

When the first multiple-choice question about human nature was placed in front of them, Arthur the Joker sneered incomprehensibly when he saw the two options.

And when he saw the four people going further and further down the pessimistic road, his expression darkened again, his eyes became deeper, and he muttered a few words, but no one could hear clearly.

"This is not pessimism." Lord Superman crossed his arms and said, "Human nature is so fragile, more cowardly than animals, but more complex than animals. What they need is boundaries, not freedom."

Spider-Man slightly opened his spider compound eyes and looked at Lord Superman with a little disbelief. Constantine took a puff of cigarette and said, "What they need is to let it go and then self-destruct. Only fools want to do something to save everyone."

As if he didn't see the gaze of Lord Superman that implied the threat of heat rays, Constantine took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put the lighter in the cigarette package and threw it to Arthur.

Arthur took out a cigarette with some trembling fingers, shrugged his shoulders to protect the fire and lit it, took a puff, raised his head and exhaled a column of smoke.

"Thank you. I thought I had to stay here in silence until the end."

Arthur held the cigarette between two fingers, first placed the cigarette and lighter steadily on the table in front of him, and then began to fumble around on his body. Suddenly he screamed, and then took out a crumpled little flower from the pocket on the chest of his red suit.

He twisted the little flower with his skinny fingers and inserted it into the cigarette package, then threw the cigarette box back and grinned at Constantine.

Arthur sniffed and looked up at the screen again. The four people on the screen had made the second choice, which was to accelerate and run wildly on the road of tragedy.

"They're very realistic." Arthur raised his cigarette hand and waved it outward, saying, "Usually, usually people like them who are rich or powerful are naive, just like you."

"You think, oh, human nature is beautiful, because you're sitting in your luxury car and you see a flower when you pass by the well-groomed roadside bushes. This is your world today, so beautiful and full of vitality."

"Talk a lot!" Arthur sniffed again, and the muscles in his neck twitched. He shrank and smoked and said, "The media is full of this stuff, and I know that it's useless to destroy those flowers. I tried, but it didn't work."

"So what did you do?" Bruce asked curiously.

Arthur turned his head, put his chin in, looked at Bruce from his eye sockets and said, "I will blow up the car to let them know what people who don't have the leisure to look at flowers in a world they don't care about will spend their time on."

"Where did you get the bomb?" Bruce asked again.

Arthur hunched his head back and said, "That's not a question you should ask."

Lord Superman watched all this in silence, his eyes stayed on Bruce's face for a long time, as if he wanted to use heat rays to probe into his brain and stir it to see what he was thinking.

A Batman who has no hatred for the Joker?

Lord Superman didn't know what he was thinking at this moment, but he knew it was meaningless, so he turned his head and looked at the screen.

"...If you refuse to answer my questions, I will raise the cage by one meter, and when the question-and-answer session is over, the cage will fall to the ground."

As soon as the rules were read out, Spider-Man exclaimed: "God, did you hear what he just said? They captured some innocent passers-by from our universe and used them for this cruel experiment, my God!!!"

Except for Constantine who frowned slightly, no one else reacted. However, Lord Superman frowned and looked at Bruce, carefully examining his face, almost seeing the wrinkles of every muscle, but not seeing any anger.

Just when everyone was distracted, screams broke out in the arena.

"Let me out, let me out, where is this? Am I dreaming?!!!"

"Damn you, you kidnappers, I'm going to call the police, I'll make you pay!"

"Help, help, help!!!"