Chapter 2360: Battle Between Bats (I)

Chapter 2391 Bats Fight (I)

Ultron rubbed his eyes, sighed and said: "What is the purpose of this letter design that is completely against the principle of vision and aesthetic appreciation? Is it just to punch the recipient's eyes?"

He looked at the black and red energy again. Although he was a robot, he had to admit that the color combination of black background and red text, coupled with capital letters without words and crazy fonts with rough edges, was a bit premature for any intelligent life with eyes.

"But what does it mean?" Ultron said with some doubt: "I seem to have heard someone mention the name of Doctor Anatoly."

"That was my attending physician in my previous life."

"Wait, previous life? Then why did it know him?"

Schiller shook his head.

Ultron looked at Schiller with a bit of doubt, but he didn't see any expression such as surprise or anger on his face, so he asked tentatively: "Who sent this letter? What does he want to say?"

"A guy who is neither Batman nor the Joker, with a unique aesthetic and a unique style of painting. I don't know what the meaning of him sending the letter to me is, but at least it means one thing."

"What is it?"

"Anatole and him are not together, otherwise there would be no need for me to convey his greetings for him."

"Uh, so what?"

"So we just pretend we didn't see it." Schiller shrugged and said.

"But isn't that doctor a very important person? Is it really okay for this guy who looks malicious to mention his name?"

"I bet the doctor is not the problem." Schiller smiled and said, "If he really has a way to deal with the doctor, why would he send the letter to me? His tone sounds like he has finally found a soft persimmon. Maybe he thinks I will panic and call for help from the doctor."

"Well, you won't?"

"First of all, if Dr. Anatoly exists in this world, and I have been here for so long, he hasn't come to me yet, which means that either he doesn't want to find me or he doesn't have time to find me."

"If it's the former, I can't find him if I go to find him. If it's the latter, I find him, but he doesn't have time to pay attention to me, so why should I go to him?"

The logic is quite complete, and Ultron is speechless. He carefully observed Schiller's expression again, and really didn't find any worry on it.

This is Schiller's thinking tower. His personality traits often show stronger emotions here, and it is easier to be understood. After all, there is no need to deceive yourself.

It seems that Schiller is not worried at all. Ultron began to be a little curious about Schiller's past life.

"So what should we do next?" Ultron thought that now was not a good time to explore, so he chose to change the subject.

"Of course we continue with our plan."

"But it seems that the other party has made such a series of plans just to deliver this thing to you. Maybe all your plans are within his expectations."

"Since everything is within his expectations, what's the point of changing the plan? Anyway, it will still be within his expectations after the change. Who will pay me for the change of the plan?"

Ultron's nature remains unchanged, and he is still speechless. He can only say: "Then what is the next step of the plan?"

"Solve the biggest trouble at present, let's go."

"I think we are in big trouble." Batman stared at the experimental equipment and said: "How long have you held this piece of metal?"

Batwoman hesitated slightly, but still recalled: "I think it's been two years, but I wore a full set of protective clothing when I touched it, and then sealed it in a radiation-proof jar. There should be no problem, right?"

"There should be no problem? What is there?" Batman in protective clothing looked at the metal in the jar and said: "Did you wear protective clothing when you first touched it?"

"My bat armor has radiation protection..."

"But this is obviously not Radiation, at least not ordinary radiation. "Batman turned his head to look at Batwoman's face and said, "This energy presents a chaotic and disordered state, but someone forced it to be compiled into order and made into materials, which makes it produce an excellent camouflage effect. "

"You see metal, you think it is metal, you know that metal is a material, so the danger you assess is limited to the danger that metal may cause, but in fact it is not metal, and the danger is far more than metal. "

Batwoman frowned at him and said, "Are you saying that I was contaminated from the beginning?"

"I can prove it to you."

Batman started the machine and said while operating the panel, "I guess you have tested it for all its properties, but you have never treated it as a living thing for biomass testing."

"This makes no sense. The biomass testing instrument cannot get..."

"It's not metal." Batman emphasized again and said, "It looks like metal, feels like metal, and can show metal results when put under a metal detector, but it is not metal."

"Ridiculous." Batwoman commented.

"Human cognition is limited." Batman was not angry, but said: "I guess you don't have much contact with the mystical world, but unfortunately, it may have penetrated your life much more than you think."

"Is this the answer given to you by that mysterious existence?"

Batman recalled what he had seen in the thick fog. It can't be said to be an answer, but more like some extremely abstract knowledge. Many of them are not difficult to understand, and even correspond to his known knowledge theories, but they are more profound.

If Batman were to summarize, he would think that some of the views on radio waves are quite innovative, which is also the source of inspiration for his research this time.

Batman started the machine, and Batwoman saw a certain radio frequency graph on the screen. She took two steps forward, stared at the picture carefully and said, "What is this fluctuation?"

"This is a biomass radio signal, which is similar to human brain waves, but it is too weak, so it is not easy to be detected."

"It is this radio wave that controls the condensation of this metal into metal. As long as the radio wave is separated, it will show its original appearance."

Batman operated the machine again, and Batwoman only heard a buzzing sound. The graph on the screen began to fluctuate violently, and the piece of metal floating in the instrument began to gradually liquefy.

At first it was a black color with a little gold, about the size of a fist, and the whole was pyramidal, but soon it began to melt and shrink, and the gold disappeared, replaced by a blood red.

Soon it turned into a small pool of black and red liquid. Batwoman wanted to get closer to take a look, but was directly carried to the back by Batman.

"Don't go over there, this thing is very dangerous." Batman's face became more serious. He said, "It is different from anything we have encountered before. It has a strong polluting nature."

He turned around and looked at Batwoman seriously and said, "You have misunderstood its nature, so all your protective measures against it are ineffective, but it is difficult for us to observe how it has polluted you with the instruments we have now. However, judging from the external performance, the situation is not optimistic."

"Would you rashly touch an alien object wearing only a bat armor? This is not like us at all, isn't it?" Batman said, "If I don't know its nature and am not fully prepared, I would rather leave it there until I am sure that all dangers can be eliminated, and then I will touch it."

Batwoman was silent, because she recalled that it seemed that she had been doing this for the first half of her life, or more precisely, most of the time before she touched this meteorite. She could be called the most conservative scientist in the world.

And she could no longer remember how she felt when she touched this meteorite, and she was not sure whether it was her own will.

"What are you going to do?" Batwoman asked.

"I speculate that this thing has mystical properties, but I don't think it's a good thing to let Constantine touch it. This thing is too weird. Maybe we should go directly to Dr. Sosip."

"That man may not be so easy to deal with." Batwoman followed Batman out and said, "He fits my definition of a mysterious charlatan very well. He hides too many secrets."

"That's why we have to go to him." Batman took off his protective suit and said, "Among the secrets he hides, there may be the answers we want. As for the price... He will always make us pay."

The two came to Oxford at the fastest speed, and the other party seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Batwoman was slightly dissatisfied. She said, "If you want to say that you have seen that I have a problem and waited here, I will not praise you as a prophet. I will only think that you are playing hard to get and want to raise the price."

Batman did not stop him. He believed that during negotiations, a certain degree of aggressiveness must be maintained to minimize the possibility of the other party raising the price.

Soheep on the other side said: "I'm sorry, but I'm not waiting for you. What are you doing here?"

"So you can't see it?" Batwoman asked with a little confusion.

"What do you want me to see?" Sosip asked back, then he stood up and said, "I don't know if the person who brought you here has told you that I am a scholar, not a magician. I can't summon ghosts or exorcise demons. Maybe you can go to Constantine."

"He can't do it either." Batman said confidently, and then he said, "Then do you know who can solve her problem?"

"I can't see what's wrong with this lady, so I can't answer your questions."

"Then do you know who can see her problem?"

Sosip took out the tarot card and said, "The mystic world has its own rules. You can't contact other beings in a short time, and you can only ask him for help."

A little blurry mist appeared on the tarot card, and it was no longer nothing. Batman looked up at Sosip and asked, "Why did the card face change?"

"The clearer it is, the closer it is." Sosip gave a chilling answer.

"So this time of inquiry..."

"I think maybe not, but don't have a next time."

Batman turned to look at Batwoman, who stepped forward and raised her hand hesitantly. When she looked at Batman again, Batman nodded to her.

Batwoman pressed her finger on the card.

In an instant, the sound of wind passed by her ears, and thick fog suddenly came. She vaguely saw a huge sun in the depths of the fog, but because it was too far away, she couldn't see the specific details.

A figure stood in the depths of the fog, and Batwoman heard the other party say: "We need help, the group is about to get out of control."

"I can help you, but can you help me?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Some people say I'm contaminated."

"...I'm afraid it's true."

"Can you tell what contaminated me?

The other party was silent for a long time."

"Blood, a kind of blood."